The Vulture a.k.a Emilio Butregeno

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When the vulture swooped
The ultra’s roared
Him on to greater heights
He seldom missed the target
Once the goal was in his sights

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A predator of some esteem
Who knew when to make runs
Sniffing around the penalty spot
For him was having fun

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Cool as ice and cunning
As deadly as a viper
His eye for goals was so accurate
He could have been a sniper

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The galictico’s of nowerdays
Can’t hope to touch the halo
Of that legend of the Bernabeau
Emilio Butregeno!!!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 peace.



This bloke was just awesome! Still there at Madrid I think as a director or something? Came right through the ranks as well.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-vulture-a-k-a-emilio-butregeno/