No Complaints.
¶ 1
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You can blame it on the politics,
Of Platini and his crew
You can blame it on the referee
Or the tepid half time brew.
¶ 2
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Of course we had a penalty shout
Maybe two or three
We’re gutted cos we’ve been knock out
As any team would be.
¶ 3
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But that Barca side? Were something else
I must just mention that
Down to ten, one nil behind, away to Chelsea
They continued to attack.
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“A professional Italian referee
Would have done a better job”
No he wouldn’t, they had one at The Emirates
Who sent an innocent off.
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Excuses, excuses, excuses
Guus Hiddinck called it right
We’d our chance to score and blue (sic) it
So you can blame whoever you like.
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Passing the buck, is nowt but a sham
So nobody shoulders the blame
If only we kept the ball like The Catalans
We might have…. there’s another excuse that’s lame.
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I ain’t had a chance to digest it yet
After watching Drogba’s embarrasing debacle
But congratulations to Barca and Pep
On reaching the Champion League Final!
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