Deep in your heart did you want the Italians?
To rain down on the Spanish parade
Want Andrea Pirlo (who reminds of Brady at Samp)
To flush Spain’s pass and yawn down the drain?
I did, I have to be honest
Spain looked repetitive and boring to me
I longed for a Chelsea like performance
From a dogged but tired Italy.
See I’ve seen how The Arsenal and Barca
Pass till it sends me to sleep
As a punter I don’t desire fine wine but lager*
When I’m laying out dough to watch teams.
Passes made are not what I’m after
Or possession, that time in control
I want uncertainty to sit me on the edge of disaster
Incite desire in head, heart, and soul.
I’m sure for the purist it’s awesome
Watching this staid Spanish team
But most purists let’s face it see boring
As the zenith one’s aiming to reach.
Spain reminded me of synchronised swimmers
Awful serious with a clock in their heads
So to compare them to the marauding gung ho Brazilians
Is akin to comparing a dull Gary Lineker
To the infinite passion that’s Jeff!