Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To play for Real Madrid. One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his jersey already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to deliver good crosses,
But he keeps on forgetting how to perform,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He steps onto the pitch, but the quality wont come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes Real Madrid
Oh, there goes Isla, he choked