Reluctantly crouched at the centre lineHearts pumping and thumping in timeThe red light flashes, the goals go upChurning and burning, they yearn for the cupThey deftly maneuver and muscle for rankFuel burning fast on an empty tankReckless and wild, they carve through their turnsTheir prowess is potent and secretly stern
Borrowed from Cake - The Distance. with a few changes!