The Last One Rolls the Turf | work in progress

Once I came across
An anthem with gloss
All with words and notes
Meant for fans' nice throats
Football thus meant is
Apotheosis!!!
Come on and hurray
Poles goals score this way
We are sure to win
The ball has its spin
We play for medals
It's fact not peddles
He who scores the goals
Must be loved by Poles
Who looses the game
Must roll turf with shame