Gladiator Tardelli’s Passion
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The peak of football, finale Espana nine hundred and eight two
And maybe for once Paolo Rossi is not the darling of this pome
The efficient Germans lineup against a rejuvenated blue
Azurri, Azurri! All roads lead to Rome
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We speak of the warrior Tardelli
Whom Fifa describe as the complete Italian midfielder
Who scored before Altobelli
And became a global superstar
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Sixty ninth minute, Bergomi passes into the hole
A slide shot,with no bend
Like a heat seeking missile, goal!
What ensued has become ingrained into legend
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Tears streaming, chest thumping, roaring, the opposition forlorn
For the unromantic Schumacher things look very lean
This isn’t a memory that fades the next morn
Not the look of a professional but the realisation of a boyhood dream
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The raw, unbridled joy in unrevised celebration
Yes, pure unadulterated joy can be mean
Has there ever been so much emotion?
Quite simply the best goal celebration ever seen
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