Paris- Champions League Final
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Ah yes
Amid the boulevards
And cafe au lait,
Where the Champs Elysses
Greets Champions League giants
Or European Cup leviathans
In the old money
Welcome to Paris
Be sure to savour croissants
At the Gare Du Nord
Liverpool are forthcoming
Imminent as the dawn
That cracks gently on European
Lawns, manicured as your mind
And soul, Liverpool a wounded
Animal after being pipped to the
Premier League title
But FA Cup holders carved
In perpetuity
But Liverpool and Real Madrid
Footballing royalty
Embracing French romance
With almost 20 Champions League
Medals between them
A remarkable phenomenon
This is meeting of kings
Liverpool still reminding you
Of that first dance when Tommy
Smith became the Roman emperor
And Munchenglabach fell, then
Toppled to the ground by KK
Kevin Keegan, fire and ferocity
Liverpool’s first European Cup
It should always be that way
Rather than Champions League
Prizes to one and all
Since that’s a misnomer
Just incomprehensible
The top four
Regarded as champions of their
League. Oh what piffle and nonsense
The Champions League Final
But City
Are the Premier League’s
Champions, and market
Forces, Sky, BT sport.
Call the tune
Today’s currency
The new money
What a palaver
Or maybe some of us are
Embittered by the absence
Of the BBC and Barry Davies
When the game was played
On terrestrial screens
And you knew where you stood
But now no longer
Among European aristocracy
Where football only listens to
Its own voice of grasping avarice
The cash cow, millions of Euros
Tills ringing in astronomical six
or seven figures
But tonight the Champions League
Final will be beamed by satellite
Another parallel universe, some far
Away planet, where the galaxy of stars
Will play in the white of the Bernabeu
Madrid, so gloriously Real nothing fake
At all and Liverpool red and ready
To acknowledge their history
With record breaking achievements
It could be another night of nights
And of course it will undoubtedly be
Perhaps the spirit of Napoleon
Will touch the shoulders of Madrid
And Liverpool
Footballing monarchs
Undoubtedly so
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