It could all hinge on one dodgy decision …
¶ 1
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In a League of Champions (gentlemen – Not!)
Only one man will matter
He with the absolute power of convergence
And the ability to make them scatter!
¶ 2
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Of Scouser hue and Milanieri stripe
Titans will clash and squirm
Bestriding through the din and furor
Will be an arbiter remaining firm
¶ 3
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Conflict and collision, disdain and derision
How twenty-two will bristle
But ultimately dreams and hopes lay upon
The man who holds the whistle …
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