Of necessity, the World Cup is quite clannish.
Half the world will get behind the Spanish,
The other half will champion the Dutch,
For whom sweet victory will surely banish
The hurt of losing finals, inasmuch
As that peculiar pain can ever vanish.
Total football had us all enamoured –
Fluency while all around them stammered.
We marvelled long at Neeskens, Cruyff and Krol.
Those who pitted wits against them clamoured
For extra packs of paracetamol,
Yet still wound up indubitably hammered.
However, when it really, truly mattered,
Their wondrous total football merely flattered,
Losing two World finals on the trot.
The skilful players were targetted and clattered
And never given space to take a shot –
Thus was a nation’s optimism shattered.
Despite that, I’ll be singing like a linnet
If Spain score in the ninety second minute
And get to hold that little trophy high.
It’s not because they are the best team in it
(My sympathies with Holland surely lie)
But because I’ve fifty quid on Spain to win it.
As much as I worshipped Holland in the seventies, COME ON SPAIN!!!!!!!!!!
The football team of Spain,
ReplyDeleteCame to play a tough World Cup game.
They toiled hard in every game
In stadiums high up, or in the plain.
In sunshine or in rain, they came to play the game
They were EU champs not just in name
They participated not just for fame, but for Spain,
To play many a hard fought game
They therefore did not leave in vain,
Until they reestablished their name for Spain
In sunshine or in rain, they came to play the game
Game after game they toiled for Spain
The futbol team of Spain, they came.
The fame, the name, the game
Despite the struggle and pain, belongs now to Spain