4-3-3

With a good starting eleven
I want to win three points of glory
Through the main door
Enter the annals of history
And it's about tying the knot
Well, you can lose a league
If everything is not studied
If the tactics fail
As a goalkeeper, to stop the goals
I will put on a breastplate
In case I get a pumpkin
And a defense of four
With very assertive center-backs
Prudence and patience
Prevailing at all times
If things go wrong
I plan to park the bus
Four poorly counted sentences
And let the minutes pass!
Olelé! Olalà! A shawarma with you
Is the best there is
Olelé! Olalà! Please, not too spicy
I can't stand it
And I reserve on the bench
A couple of melodramas
Making the left and right go
They are the typical leg breakers
And of four, box or stripe
An agitated accent
Will the 'v's play
That I make an effort to emphasize?
Dropping to the left
Recovering pivot
I fix my gaze on the ground
If things go worse...
As an attacking midfielder, pretending
An intertextual quote
I'll say 'I like Paul Auster
He's great, just like that'
And all the artillery
I'll concentrate up front
On the left, Martin Codax
Trying to avoid the offside
Olelé! Olalà! A shawarma with you
Is the best there is
Olelé! Olalà! To go with you
I want to qualify for a cup
From the right wing I'll let it drop
That there in Sant Miquel del Fai
I have a little house, and that I'll take them out
And we fit the aquariums nicely
And on the wings, by the side
Adolescent smiles
So repeated, so studied
So digitally trained
With my great play
Four notes in unison
I make you commit a foul
You say: 'I love singer-songwriters!'
Center forward with a nose for goal
And explosive start
Heading the exact cross
If the cross arrives...
Olelé! Olalà! A shawarma with you
Is the best there is
Olelé! Olalà! Tomorrow there's the playoff
And we'll try to fix it