End of the Champions League Cup
¶ 1
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Ok, we lost, I feel depressed; what more can I say?
Parlour huffed and he puffed, if he’d scored, I’d be chuffed
But it simply wasn’t his day
¶ 2
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Edu, with his laid-back leisurely lope
Looked a little too slow
A favourite of mine, he will do well in time
But in Moscow, he just had to go
¶ 3
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At one-nil down, we were still full of hope
Increased when Viera arrived
When Lehman messed up
Our last chance for the Cup
Disappeared, and our spirits just dived
¶ 4
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Freddy did well, when Kanu came on late
And Henry, who else,
Scored a goal
But I fear, truth to tell, that it isn’t our fate
That Cup’s gone this year
Rest its soul
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