Shamelessly repurposing the below words (from postmatch thread) into ...
...an Ode (?)to Alison
Why, o Why
Did we have to win Three to One
Why, o Why
Didnt we listen to Alison?
Why, o Why
Did the 1st shot Xerdan not sky?
Why, o Why
Did the 2nd shot Xerdan even try?
When he knew the risk
Why, o Why
did he still shoot?
And shoot us in the boot?
Why, o Why
Did we as a team aim so high?
Why, o Why
Did we make Ed and the mancs cry?
Why, o Why
Did we not heed, the early warning
Of Wise Ol Becker, the Goalkeeper
The Son of Ali knew, he knew,
HE knew where it was at.
And so he spilled the ball kindly
Into the path of Lindgard, blimey
To tap in a goal: A ray of hope!
To perhaps, perhaps, continue the dope
Opiate for the Red Devil Masses
Glossing over all the misplaced passes
Carrying on playing like donkeys and asses
Why, o Why
Did we not try, not even try
To heed the warning of our keeper
To make their loss cheaper
As it is, we have won the battle
But lost the war.
The match is won.
But the prince, the sweet prince, is no more.