D.B zipped in from America
D.C flew in from these shores
A.S wor there in spite of the weather
As was Will (who left fiance indoors).
With a World Cup bid on their agenda
They rallied our cause through the night
As us old ones thought hard to remember
“66”. The last time we did something right?
Does it matter? A cab driver (my brother) told me
If we get The World Cup or we don’t?
I had to agree, see the the way that I see it
It’s only way, Jules Rimet’s coming home.
So I sat in me kitchen this after
Nervously swigging me tea
Waiting for Blatter to settle the matter
Of which country it’s gonna be?
Would our cause be in vain, could we get it again?
I wondered as Blatter raved on:
About China inventing the beautiful game,
Ingerland and Scotland what kicked it along.
“Winning” said Sepp “Is a wonderful thing
And losing with grace is an art”
As Gabriel Marchotti tried hard to butt in
With “What I’m hearing sure makes me alarmed”.
Our Roman was seen to be charming
Well before Sepp made it clear
Russia were most delegates’ darlings
With Ingerland? Nowhere or near.
So The World Cups awarded to The Russians
And we’re nowhere so let’s not be bitter
But how was Spanish radio privy to the outcome
As were tweeters what tweet up on Twitter?