In the center of the field   stands the favorite player   The ball comes floating in   They say a silent prayer for him      Fifty yards away   A minute left to go   The reflex at his watch   Oh, oh-oh-ohh   He cuts into the right   Gets past a defender   A blur of blue and white   The moment has suspended in time   One man left to beat   He can see the goalkeeper's eyes   There's magic in his feet   Oh, oh-oh-ohh      And a single ray, of sunlight   Reaches down to touch, the golden boy   Seems to light his way, towards the net   In his mind, he sees the headlines   In the morning newspaper.   This'll be a day, they won't forget      Now he's on his own   Completely in control of it all   The shot comes flying in   Headed for the corner of the goal   Bounces off the post   He watches as it falls, oh-ohh   Everyone will say   "He should have passed the ball"      Now the crowd has gone   The stadium is empty   Several hundred times   He will watch the replay on TV   Many years from now   When his name's recalled   Everyone will say   "He should have passed the ball"      He should have passed the ball