Saturday Night.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On a Saturday night in Berlin
What a racket there is (sic)
As Barca beat Juve three one
Pirlo cries (is the end nearly here?)
The Old Lady sheds genuine tears
Of pride for her written off sons.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Another Calgary stampede
Almost recedes
Till Canada beat the resilient Chinese
As the stadium erupts
Furtive FIFA faces in hand-cuffs
Are put on the spot by the hand of authority.



Fabregas is Magic…….

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/saturday-night/