My son what's apped me this, and this is one version I like:
Our father, who art in Wembley,
Southgate be thy name.
The cup will come,
Kane's work will be done,
In London as it was in Rome.
Give us this day our daily pint
And forgive Sterling's offside trespasses
As we forgive those who bet against us.
Lead us not into under-achievement
But deliver us the title.
For football's coming home.
The history and the glory,
Forever and ever,
Our men.