"The Remontada That Never Came"
“All good,” said Madrid with a confident nod,
“We’ve done this before — just trust in the squad.”
The fans brought banners, drums, and chants,
“Remontada!” screamed their pre-match rants.
Vinícius posted flames on his page,
Mbappé stared with silent rage.
The vibes were loud, the mood was hot —
but goals? My friend… they simply forgot.
“Just wait,” they said, “the storm will hit.
We’ll flip this tie in just a bit.”
But Arsenal showed up with no fear,
and the only storm was Saliba, clear.
Kiwior tackled like rent was due,
Rice owned the pitch like it was new.
Saka slipped, then came back strong —
a goal to prove the doubters wrong.
“Relax,” said Madrid, “we’ve seen this plot.
Remember PSG? We've got the lot.”
But minutes passed, the goals did not —
just sideways passes and a Modrić sub-plot.
Ancelotti chewing like his gum had sinned,
while Martinelli grinned and pinned.
He struck late, like twist of fate,
and Madrid fans packed the exit gate.
The Bernabéu turned oddly quiet,
like someone had unplugged the riot.
No comeback, no script, no song —
just Arsenal proving them all wrong.
And in London? Oh, the memes were born:
“Another remontada… still unborn.”
Madrid said, “We always rise from the flame!”
Well… maybe next time. Not this game.