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White jerseyed gods of the Iberian sun; six timers
As football blossomed into perfection played by
These supermen from Madrid; they peaked at a
Packed Hampden. Purity personified – Puskas,
Di Stefano, Gento et al. No badges, no logos, no
Sponsors on those immaculate shirts; the Real thing.
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Then, came Catenaccio – the bolt, the padlock-tight
Defence. Don’t let them score and you won’t lose;
Negativity refined to an art form under Italian skies.
Milan, Turin, Rome – an old empire resurrected to
Dominate Europe. One-nil turned into a litany of
Truth, until Celtic joyously blasted it apart in ’67.
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British triumph through native Scots under an Irish
Flag – led by the Big Man; another Lanarkshire lad
Won the prize twelve months hence on a hot night
In London, when the country United to cheer them
To victory – ten years on from the Munich memory
That broke a team, but turned the club into a legend.
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Seventies style, Dutch slickness from Cruyff and co.
Taking pass and move to new heights; Michaels their
Guide to glory – a free-flowing one stripe supremacy,
But Bayern weren’t far away, Der Kaiser in control –
Muller striking, Maier stopping, Hoeness pulling strings;
Leeds fell in Paris – goal disallowed, penalty not given.
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Come Liverpool; a red tide swamped the Continent,
Winning a habit to Paisley’s men of Shankly’s making.
Then Forest, plundering the Big Cup twice; astonishing,
Young man…and another English win, as the Villains
Brought it on home again. Gerat teams, great times – true
National champions; a contest of strength and of quality.