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Harping on about the good old days
Is a thoroughly human quirk?
Good, bad or indifferent, history can spade
Volumes on our worth
Without history we’ve no reference point
To show us where to begin:
On The Mighty Magyars, Man Utd v Benfica,
Or OMG… 1966 again.
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Pinpoint passing back and forth,
Without need for ball control
Teammates nonchalantly popping it off,
In a slide rule give and go?
Man marking? Looked out dated.
When starry spherical was passed
To a ’man on’ Catalunian gliding, away
Across the hallowed Wembley grass.
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At times it seemed like a kick about,
A whole new different ball game
As the floundering Man United slouches,
Were simply dazzled by pride of Spain
Had The Red Knight got his tactics wrong,
Was Dimitar Berbatov sorely missed?
With a Barca side so much on song?
Would it really have made a difference?
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Sat drooling at the art, on show
We purred contented bliss
At Iniesta’s wonderful give and goes
Or Xavi’s svelte assists
What of Barca’s centre forward?
Said phrase is now out dated
In the team of Catalans we watched,
That spot had been vacated.
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Ryan Giggs plea to authority in vain,
For a penalty seemed quite apt
As until he stuck up his hand at that point in the game,
I was certain he’d been axed
On Sunday the game was shown over again,
For those who’d missed the chance
Of watching the awesome Catalans
Lead United a merry dance!
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So it’s back to the drawing board again,
For the winners of our Premier League
And Pep Guardiola seems to be the name,
Of up coming Young Gun to succeed
The beautiful game played by Espana
Conquers both Europe and The World
While the rest stand drooling in an envious manner
The purist’s prayers are finally heard!