Rotherham United

At the New York Stadium the floodlights gleam,
A sea of red and white, the Millers’ dream.
From Yorkshire’s heart they stride onto the pitch,
Where every tackle sings a loyal stitch.

The whistle blows, the crowd erupts in cheer,
“Come on, you Reds!” reverends the atmosphere.
A pass, a dart, a shot that kisses the net—
History written in each glorious set.

Through promotions, relegations, hope and fear,
The spirit stays unchanged, year after year.
For Rotherham United, more than just a side,
It’s pride in every chant, where locals confide.

So raise a scarf, let voices rise and blend—
The Millers march on, till the final whistle’s end.