They came from the far corners of the Earth, from poverty and gunfire and constant fear, from squalid camps and makeshift huts to a very different place where today the sun is shining and there is the smell of fallen leaves and freshly cut grass.
They play tag, scrambling around the soccer field to let the nervous energy out, shouting and laughing. There is the rhythm of foreign languages and hesitant, awkward shouts in English.
"No bounce. No bounce."
Myat Aye gets a pass from Abdi Mohamud near the goal and takes a shot. It is blocked by the goalkeeper, Tin Tun Naing, who booms the ball back down the field.
Less than eight months ago, Aye was living in a camp in Thailand with thousands of Karen refugees who also fled the chaos and violence of Myanmar.
About two years ago, Naing was living in a bamboo hut his family built after they also fled the country. The military government of Myanmar, long known as Burma, had taken his family's rice farm, and they were desperate.
Mohamud came to this country in 2006 from Somalia's civil strife.
Because they are all still learning English, they don't know all the details of each other's stories.