Switzerland 2 Togo 0
Weaving, bending, now defending,
Searching for that goal.
Scared the pants off mundane France,
The Swiss were on a roll.
Hakin Yakin kept on trackin’,
Frei was having fun.
Young Barnetta went one better,
Togo was undone.
Do not be remiss.
‘Twould be a blunder should you under-
-Estimate the Swiss.
Ukraine 4 Saudi Arabia 0
The Saudi coach could well explain
The 4-0 drubbing by Ukraine.
It wasn’t lack of football brain
Or fitness that had caused them pain.
Not for him the old refrain
That though they’d tried with might and main,
They found that they could not contain,
This Eastern Europe express train.
The reason, he announced, was plain –
His players were not used to rain,
And hoped they’d see the sun again
When next they faced the mighty Spain.
Spain 3 Tunisia 1
The stands had gone quiet, though the seats were all full,
A silence hung over the place.
The Tunisian matador played with the bull,
An effortless smile on his face.
Teasing and feigning, he waved his red cape,
The bull roared in terrible pain.
The matador looked for a means to escape
As the bull charged again and again.
Then all of a sudden, the matador slipped,
While turning too fast in the mud.
The crowd gasped out loud, all instinctively gripped.
The bull looked around and smelled blood.
Three times those sharp horns delivered their blows,
The matador fatally gored.
The bull trotted round on the tips of its toes,
The crowd had received its reward.