Spain! Poem by Leslie Edwards

The stage is set, the teams await,
to see which one is favored by fate,
The final Match between the two,
Let the Ref's eyes all see true!
I sit at home my heart is pounding,
I hear the horns in the stadium sounding,
the Dutch in orange, Spain in blue,
I watch to see what Villa will do,
Number 8 did not play fair,
Hit 14 in the chest in the air!
But the red card did not come out,
it set my face into a pout!
oh referee are You so blind?
That was more than just unkind!
90 minutes of regular play,
go without a score today,
now 30 minutes for a final try,
or else the shootout, that will make me cry,
come on villa don't let me down,
You've got to win this for the Crown,
finally at the 116 Iniesta makes a beautiful goal!
Restoring the faith of the Spanish soul!
Oh what a Match! this wonderful game!
This Spanish Team has won thier fame!