
O say can you see, by the stadium’s bright light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the soccer fight, O’er the stands we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the ball’s red arc, the goals bursting in air, Gave proof through the match that our flag was still there; O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
