Luckily I'll be in Festal Evensong for St Peter's Day so can only gibber in fear from the sidelines. I offer you this perhaps over-optimistic line in patriotism.
Shall I compare them to Mercedes-Benz? Just as that auto, so this German team; Efficiency admired by foes and friends, Epitomising the Teutonic Dream.
And yet there's some of us who, driving Mercs, Have noticed recent cracks in this facade; Malfunctions, errors, unexpected quirks - 5-1 in Munich, Klose's yellow card...
Capello's Morris Minor stuttered through the group, A rusty banger, difficult to drive, But flickering headlights still shine through the soup, Somehow that sputtering engine's still alive;
And if ill fate drives this match to the wire, One thing's for sure - the penalties are dire.
It'll be Munich all over again.
Shall I compare them to Mercedes-Benz?
Just as that auto, so this German team;
Efficiency admired by foes and friends,
Epitomising the Teutonic Dream.
And yet there's some of us who, driving Mercs,
Have noticed recent cracks in this facade;
Malfunctions, errors, unexpected quirks -
5-1 in Munich, Klose's yellow card...
Capello's Morris Minor stuttered through the group,
A rusty banger, difficult to drive,
But flickering headlights still shine through the soup,
Somehow that sputtering engine's still alive;
And if ill fate drives this match to the wire,
One thing's for sure - the penalties are dire.