Barcelona are probably the favourites, but can Juve spring an upset?
Courtesy of Toby ...
Good day to you, Grand Old pack,
Your favourite multi is back,
What's that I heard?
At best I am third,
Behind Snides and Senor Tallywack?
There is a massive fixture unfurlin'
In a big old stadium in Berlin,
That rhyming was crap,
But I'm feeding off scraps,
Like the 50 kids of Raheem Sterlin'
See, a preview almost always precedes
Each match so I took on the deed,
I'll do it instead
Of the oversized head,
That jarg Hey Arnold on speed
It makes this dog's paws all blistery,
How these two teams are loved is a mystery,
I find it quite fair,
This tawdry affair,
Is played somewhere so steeped in history
I think Barca are worse than Madrid,
Qatar bought their soul for a quid,
They're ballbags and scrubs,
"More than a club"
Only when they're not trafficking kids
But even they can't hold a candle
Remember the Calciopoli scandal?
Juve bribed some officials,
To inscribe their initials,
On the scudetto, a cup without handles
But for now, let's put all that aside
Two giants of Europe collide,
Barca's strength grows,
While history shows,
The Old Lady is rarely the bride
Barca's a team of big egos,
We all know the three amigos,
It seems Juve's game,
Will go down in flames,
Like the candidacy of Luis Figo
The numbers would make your head sore,
It's the most that three men have scored
Since Moutsgoat's mar,
Sold off her car,
And joined Leicester's post-season tour
And how could I forget to mention,
The racist, walking suspension?
He eats Tortellini,
With a side of Chiellini,
But he's the "victim" of misapprehension
But should we write Juve off yet?
They pose a unique sort of threat,
There's Andrea Pirlo,
A real, vintage merlot,
And Tevez, Joorabchian's pet
It could be the older men's last hurrah,
Evra, the poor man's Luke Shaw
At least for Buffon,
He can put his hands on
This trophy, win, lose or draw
Courtesy of Toby ...
Good day to you, Grand Old pack,
Your favourite multi is back,
What's that I heard?
At best I am third,
Behind Snides and Senor Tallywack?
There is a massive fixture unfurlin'
In a big old stadium in Berlin,
That rhyming was crap,
But I'm feeding off scraps,
Like the 50 kids of Raheem Sterlin'
See, a preview almost always precedes
Each match so I took on the deed,
I'll do it instead
Of the oversized head,
That jarg Hey Arnold on speed
It makes this dog's paws all blistery,
How these two teams are loved is a mystery,
I find it quite fair,
This tawdry affair,
Is played somewhere so steeped in history
I think Barca are worse than Madrid,
Qatar bought their soul for a quid,
They're ballbags and scrubs,
"More than a club"
Only when they're not trafficking kids
But even they can't hold a candle
Remember the Calciopoli scandal?
Juve bribed some officials,
To inscribe their initials,
On the scudetto, a cup without handles
But for now, let's put all that aside
Two giants of Europe collide,
Barca's strength grows,
While history shows,
The Old Lady is rarely the bride
Barca's a team of big egos,
We all know the three amigos,
It seems Juve's game,
Will go down in flames,
Like the candidacy of Luis Figo
The numbers would make your head sore,
It's the most that three men have scored
Since Moutsgoat's mar,
Sold off her car,
And joined Leicester's post-season tour
And how could I forget to mention,
The racist, walking suspension?
He eats Tortellini,
With a side of Chiellini,
But he's the "victim" of misapprehension
But should we write Juve off yet?
They pose a unique sort of threat,
There's Andrea Pirlo,
A real, vintage merlot,
And Tevez, Joorabchian's pet
It could be the older men's last hurrah,
Evra, the poor man's Luke Shaw
At least for Buffon,
He can put his hands on
This trophy, win, lose or draw
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