Be on time and black kit
We’re lacing up boots, it’s time to go,
With Aiju leading, stealing the show.
Mushy’s gliding, cool and slick,
Dodging past ‘em, fast and quick.
Chris B’s steady, sharp like a blade,
Holding the line, never afraid.
Ellis B brings the flair and fire,
Striking shots that never tire.
Harry Chester, strong and smart,
Reads the game like a work of art.
Freil’s on fire, fierce and fast,
Breaking lines, they’ll never last.
Amanvir Hayer, cool and wise,
Eyes on goal, the perfect prize.
Nav’s got grit, he won’t be beat,
Carving runs with lightning feet.
Murdo roars like thunder loud,
Smashing tackles, drawing a crowd.
Ben’s our engine, slick and neat,
Threading passes none can beat.
Sean’s got style, moves so tight,
Dancing past them left and right.
Ryan’s fire can’t be tamed,
He’ll leave their squad bruised and shamed.
Fin Prince rules with royal class,
Speeding forward, none shall pass.
Joe Bostock strikes with grace,
Leaving scorch marks all over the place.
And if we need fresh legs in,
Darling’s ready — cheeky grin.
He'll jump on and turn the tide,
With team pride beaming wide.
So Lichfield better come prepared,
Our squad is fierce, fully flared.
We play as one, our hearts ablaze —
Victory’s ours, it’s time to raze!
