Blued Away
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Days will come to tell the tale
Of when Valencia were blued away
“Grandma, don’t you mean ‘blown away'”?
No youngster, I mean what I say
¶ 2
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I may have a blue rinse now
But I remember it like it was on TV last night
It was one of those memorable games
Once in a blue moon: the first leg was tight
¶ 3
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It was all level on goals as they kicked off in Spain
Mourinho had a blue-print for success
It didn’t work well initially
At the beginning, Chelsea didn’t really impress
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Half-time came and Jose gave them a little talk
He shouted till he was blue in the face
They buzzed around like bluebottles
Created hope and a bit more space
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More goals scored but still level heading for extra time
Special J the main ingredient in this serial
Hanging onto the semi-finals with both hands
Do not adjust your aerial
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Then came a bit of blue sky thinking
A last minute winner for Chelsea – out of the blue
Essien was the blue-eyed boy
And Joses technicolour team of note went through
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