Oh for the Cup Winner’s Cup

Oh for the Cup Winner’s Cup
That trophy they made obsolete
I’d still take the highs and the lows
I’d still take that Tromso defeat
When Jonathan Pierce got a trifle excited
“It’s snow joke for Chelsea,” he said
And on the return leg we sorted it out
And turned it around on its head.
Oh for the Cup Winner’s Cup
With Dennis and Zola et al
When small teams came calling
It all seemed such fun
In fact, we were having a ball.
Oh for the Cup Winner’s Cup
First conquered in 71
I loved it, I loved it, so why did it end
Just when we were having such fun?

© Carol Ann Wood,
May 2007

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