Don't Score Messi for Argentina

An anagram of the popular song Don't Cry for Me Argentina. This version talks about what the German football coach Joachim Löw was thinking on the eve of the World Cup final in Brazil.

(by Julian Lofts)

DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA As sung by Ms Sarah Brightman and Elaine Page in the musical based on Evita Peron's life Lyrics: Sir Tim Miles Rice Music: Baron Andrew Lloyd Webber It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel That I still need your love after all that I've done You won't believe me All you will see is a girl you once knew Although she's dressed up to the nines At sixes and sevens with you I had to let it happen, I had to change Couldn't stay all my life down at heel Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun So I chose freedom Running around, trying everything new But nothing impressed me at all I never expected it too Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you All through my wild days My mad existence I kept my promise Don't keep your distance And as for fortune, and as for fame I never invited them in Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired They are illusions They are not the solutions they promised to be The answer was here all the time I love you and hope you love me Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you All through my wild days My mad existence I kept my promise Don't keep your distance Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you. But all you have to do is look at me to know That every word is true

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DON'T SCORE MESSI FOR ARGENTINA It won't be Diego, or the "Hand of God" Who wins the World Cup title tomorrow Die deutsche Mannschaft will annihilate you No one believed you're the Messi-ah You mustn't destroy the team you loved We were alive, dominant victors Merely winning the semi seven to one (OTT!) I had to let Khedira play, I extolled my team Hummels, Thom Muller, Mesut the little Turk. I love Lurking on the bench, avoiding the tacky telly I chose Lahm as captain Short like you, trying everything overt and new Lithe Neuer too impressed in goal, but Truth is we never expected you to run Don't score Messi for Argentina Truth is you've hated me, despite My fashionably long hair and The sexy dark shirts I promise you a lovely win Please keep your distance (I bite!) And as for football and as for infamy I never teetered I thought when we won the test to the death Poxy Herr Klinsmann Could only manage third in South Africa The secret deed was getting Klose in again I love to win and hope you love us Don't score Messi for Argentina Truth is you've hated me, despite My fashionably long hair The sexy blue shirts I promised our fans Please keep your distance Yet is that torment really fair? You would always be my special friend If you failed to net the winning goal Why I'd truly adore you my bonny little man!