So, in the end, they fell without a fight.
Not one true effort, not one shot in sight.
Just noise and fury, chest-beating and show,
Yet nowhere left for footballโs craft to go.
They chased the referee more than the ball,
Mistook dark arts for greatness after all.
For every tumble, every feigned despair,
The game itself was left a little poorer there.
And when the whistle drew the curtain closed,
There was no glory in the path they chose.
For medals tarnish, scorelines fade away,
But character is measured every day.
So home they go, defeated in the end -
Without the pride that should a champion attend.
For victory borrowed through deceptionโs guise
Wins trophies, perhapsโฆ but never wins the wise.
Tonight the football world breathes easier still.
Not out of malice, but because, at last,
The spirit of the game outlived the spectacle.
2am kick off, the Azteca, Bellingham and Kane, 10 men, Burn heading a million crosses away, Wonderwall, Kaneโs interview, Henderson breaking his arm in the celebrations.
In twenty years, weโre probably looking back on this as the most iconic England match ever.
No shots on goal for two hours after the fifth minute, averaged about two passes a minute, one of the most shameful cowardly performances ever seen in a Champions League final. Played for penalties and got what they deserved.
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