Red Night in Moscow

Moscow is traditionally red

Last night it was Manchester great

That is was after the final whistle

The Blues looked like they were hit by a guided missile

Glad I didn't stay up to watch

As I would have needed lots of Scotch

To calm the nerves which were stretched

By the ending which was far-fetched

Well done you chaps

For you were on the brink of collapse

Thank God for the Moscow turf

When John Terry decided to surf

Poor old John Terry

For I fear he will be harried

By all the Press

But he tried his best

And for Ronaldo

For all his bravado

Looked a little desperado

Or maybe he swallowed an avocado 

As for Ryan Giggs

He can now perform the jig

For in the rain

He supremely reigns

Good on you, Alex

As you gathered your phalanx

To conquer Moscow

Where Napoleon could not go