Sell-out games for the women
At their home-turf World Cup
But when all said and done,
Things weren't looking up
LeBlanc's out the door
McLeod's knee in pain
A tough one-two punch
For those Rio Games
Sure, goal scoring's coming
From Beckie and Prince
But the grand team transition
Can still make us wince
The kids are alright,
Early returns would suggest
But by France 2019,
Can they be at their best?
Kadeisha has made it
As the world got to see
Might she take the armband,
One day, from Sincy?
Transition or not,
We'll still make a splash
At next year's Olympics
(Please please, not a crash)
Speaking of splashes,
The men have their chance
To get a bit closer
To that big Russian dance
That's quite a shift
From this past summer's lull
And another Gold Cup
That was goalless and dull
But along came Tesho,
Our red-nosed reindeer
Who led all the others
To Canadian cheer
On Junior! On Fraser!
On Wandrille Lefevre!
On Luke Cavallini,
Help us make some waves!
And on Scotty Arfield,
If the rumours are true!
With all these new players,
Think what we can do!
That promise, of course,
Is a dangerous thing
It creates expectations;
That's where we get dinged.
But we beat Honduras,
El Salvador is a mess
And as for the Mexicans?
Well, I must confess
Perhaps it's the egg nog
Or the ol' Christmas cheer
But we will get something
Off of them next year
Maybe I'm groggy
From the holiday starch
In making that claim;
We'll find out in March.
But first, January
The window is open
Canadian players
Make good moves, we're hopin'
At home, or worldwide,
Where could those moves be?
Just steer clear of one club:
Unattached FC.
For men and for women,
That's always the fear
Can they keep up minutes
Without a league here?
The times, they're a-changin'
At grassroots there's hope
Of playing-time chances
To help top teams cope
An upcoming men's league?
Widespread LTPD?
Building skill here in Canada
Fills good folks with glee
Those won't be in stockings
For 2016
It'll take a bit longer
To remake the scene
Right now, there's hard work
For Benito and John
As we don our red scarves
And cheer their teams on
So just think of the good
Since the future looks bright
And just quit fretting soccer
For one freakin' night.