A perfect night for football, free from rain,
they came to far-famed
railway station Kiev
or flew there in their hordes by chartered plane,
thousands in a state of high elation,
Italy and mighty Spain
battling to be top-dog football nation.
and, from the start, the shots began to rain
in on Buffon’s goal. Strange vacillation
gripped the proud Azzurri -it was plain
an early Spanish goal was in gestation.
Fabregas to Silva – goal for
Italy tried putting it to , Spain
tackling hard with grim determination
but the midfield nine were tugging at the rein.
All football skills were here in combination
and television replays showed quite plain
the Italians had no cause for protestation
when Alba scored. Though gripped by devastation,
still the Italians took the game to
though now it was a hopeless assignation.
But it was clear that they could not restrain
the rampant Spanish, high on sheer elation.
Down to ten through injury, it was plain
that it was now for pride that they were playin’.
But the Spanish swarmed again, an infestation
that swept like locusts ‘cross the wide terrain.
And so we watched with morbid fascination
as Torres, first, augmented Buffon’s pain
and Motta helped complete the mutilation.
No-one could deny the correlation
between display and score. Some may complain
play sideways like a mad crustacean. Spain
But not last night. The world saw
carving forward with such domination
you might as well have tried to stop the rain.
Extending their proud reign with great elation,
their rightful station taken, it was plain
remain the ultimate football nation. Spain