Ineeyesta
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Fitting that Spain’s best player
Iniesta should score the only goal.
Deserved win for skill and guile
over Holland’s hatchetmen.
Van Bommel should have gone
as should de Jong,
his crazy kung fu kick the only
‘highlight’ of a drab first half.
Second half saw defences on top,
instances of skill at a premium,
defences unlocked momentarily,
keepers coming out on top.
Ref Webb struggled to keep control
out in the middle;
tempers fraying like ageing elastic,
bookings mounting up.
In extra time Heitinga saw red
thus Holland were a man down.
Spain pour forward
to win it with moment of magic.
Fabregas finds our man
with a cute pass,
a touch to control
before he crashes it into the net.
Cue bedlam in Barcelona
and mayhem in Madrid.
Now Spain’s star shines brightly,
a match for England’s.
One nation rejoices whilst another
thinks of what might have been.
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