Some say the curse of June 22 was hatched on the banks of Loch Lomond
The curse of a gypsy godmother or an ancient vagabond
It seemed destiny would repeat as the Azurri set the stall
The whole world and his terrier all behind the ball
Nullifying and strangling the Villa Torres threat
Muscling in like loan sharks collecting a bad debt
The striking blonde handled with extra care and cosset
Tactics courtesy of technical director Dave Basset
With the sun setting the bore match drew to a close
Forboding Spanish mood became dark and morose
A dusk duel between Roman Gianluigi and the Matador Iker
Steadying nervous tension some reached for the malt liquor
Panicky misses from Daniels De Rossi and Guiza
As Matador Casillas called for the victory cigar
In the climax a loss of nerves for the unpopular Di Natale
Set it all up for a most fitting finale
High pitched wolf whistles proclaimed the arrival of the hearse
The Emirates man stepped forward - “Curse, what curse!”
Cesc slotted, sending a nation into footballing nirvana
Victoria historica de Espana
Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com
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