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Fratelli d’Italia.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A re-ignited Spain, should be applauded
Their efforts praised, and rightly lauded
Luis Enrique (of Gijon), prepped a proper mustard team
Hats off to an out of sorts Alvaro Morata
A shadow up-front, an area he often failed to flatter
Whom under death-threats, kept alive a nation’s dream.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Once again, Italy, catenaccio in their DNA
Stand resolute (as one) to seize the day
Tis a sight to see a committed team defend for fun?
Yet despite the classic Italian counter attacks
I thought Forza Azzurri might well win the match…
Witnessing their incandescent Fratelli d’Italia sung.

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Notes

Italy. Still the team to beat, as the old cliché says? Italy’s Roberto Mancini (are yer man and his back-room crew, a deposition o’ divinely dapper decked-out dandies or what?) and Spain’s Luis Enrique, (More, yer man at Marks n Sparks?) proper prepped their teams for, in my humble opinion anyway, the most breath-taking game thus far in the Euro’s. Oh, and just what does an eighteen year old Spanish wunderkind, whom doesn’t even have a driving licence yet, think he’s bleating well doing…whizzing around our hallowed ground, like he owns the bleating place? One of the classics this, manna for the purist. Off to try and learn a pukka rousing…Fratelli d’Italia, after rendering a rather sad n sorry South West London version through-out the championships. Cool to catch sight of Gian-Luca Vialli looking so well, after being given a clean bill o’ health recently. Enjoy this evenings game.

Peace.

Stay sage. Bode well.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fratelli-ditalia/