The skilfully groomed Albicelestes,
Marshalled by the fearless Sorin,
Hopes and expectations brimming,
Came ashore to win.
The masterful touch of silky Riquelme,
Pekerman’s schemes, Ayala’s guard,
Ripped the enemies mercilessly apart,
Left them forever scarred.
But other plans were laid by unfaithful fate,
Castigating the deserved, favouring the hosts,
A cruel twist at the very end,
And we ended up chasing ghosts.
Nigh draws the time of revenge,
The time to leave ‘em awed,
It shall be avenged, it will be avenged,
Atleast by the Hand of God!!
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