Welcome home Rafa.
Fully expecting a rousing round of applause for him
2-1
Oh Rafa, dear Rafa, oh Rafa me sweet,
Cone in, sit down, take the weight off your feet,
Isn't it strange the fates decree that we meet,
And fiendishly anoint,
That we welcome you home with a cruel defeat,
Since we're gasping for points!
Oh Rafa, dear Rafa, oh Rafa me son,
Come back when the season is finished and done,
And we'll talk over tea and a curranty bun,
Without guile or intrigue,
And we reminisce on the night you famously won,
Us the Champions League!