(Chorus) Oh, Victor Torp, our midfield maestro, With every touch, the opposition's in woe. In the heart of the pitch, where legends are born, He's Victor Torp, our football unicorn.
(Verse 1) From the northern lights, to the stadium's glow, Torp's magic on the ball, a mesmerizing show. With a flick and a twist, he weaves through the crowd, Defenders left baffled, their voices not loud.
(Chorus) Oh, Victor Torp, our midfield maestro, With every touch, the opposition's in woe. In the heart of the pitch, where legends are born, He's Victor Torp, our football unicorn.
(Verse 2) He dances with the ball, like a maestro in a trance, Leaving rivals stunned, not a single chance. Through tackles and challenges, he gracefully glides, In Torp, our faith in victory abides.
(Chorus) Oh, Victor Torp, our midfield maestro, With every touch, the opposition's in woe. In the heart of the pitch, where legends are born, He's Victor Torp, our football unicorn.
(Bridge) In the roar of the crowd, his name echoes loud, Torp, the wizard, makes us all proud. In the sea of fans, a chant takes flight, For Victor Torp, our guiding light.
(Chorus) Oh, Victor Torp, our midfield maestro, With every touch, the opposition's in woe. In the heart of the pitch, where legends are born, He's Victor Torp, our football unicorn.
(Outro) As the final whistle blows, and the cheers resound, Torp's brilliance, in football's history, is bound. In the jersey we adore, his legacy's sworn, Victor Torp, our eternal football unicorn
