Tonight was all about the Aztecs
Bravely entering Domenech’s lair
Polokwane providing much zest
Crisp, clean, biting fresh air
Madam is this some joke?
Blankets for the OAP French?
I thought a rather comical sight
Cute old folk huddled on the bench
Professeur Wenger aghast
Ill-fated Carlos Vela
Had Le Bleus back four indulged
In Monsieur Raymond’s wine cellar?
Mexican energy paid off
Hernandez the little pig
Red Devil opening his account
And the chasm seemed very big
No Benzema, Nasri, Ben Arfa
Henry couldn't lend a helping hand
Cisse the Lord of Frodsham
More at home in the home stand
Stepped up the evergreen Blanco
Abidal to the brink of defeat
With the longest run up ever
Hop, step, jump, orbit
17.06.10
Number 7
(c) Emdad Rahman
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