Gustavo’s a real revelation
A card and a well informed wit
No rehearsed or clichéd observations
On the artistry out on the pitch.
Two nodding dog pals seemed in envy
Of a natural for next years World Cup
Should the Beeb seek a new doyen in punditry
May I suggest that Gustavo’s signed up?
And why weren’t the Spanish team singing
Is their anthem a pure instrumental?
Even when Uruguay’s hymn was beginning
Team and fans became well sentimental.
That Spanish game now seems so boring
My poor eyes required matches to watch
At two nil I couldn’t stop yawning
As I longed for at least a late tackle or strop.
I fell asleep listening to Jonathan
Drool on the intricate passing of Spain
Whilst alongside him the dry wit of Lawrenson
Wore a sensible shirt for a change.
I awakened at 85 minutes
As Uruguay bared all their teeth in attack
A free kick, and a goal added bite to the finish
Then more zzzzzzz’s sound the end of the match!