
Miralem Pjanic: The Pianist
‘Barcelona will be no different.’
Been there done that messed around.
Roman cavalry choirs are singing.
Take only what you need from them.
If you knew their story word for word.
Black, the night that ends at last.
Watch it now, here they come.
Immobile raised. Cristiano called. Ilicic went all-in.
Name a better player in these positions.
Shoot for the stars if it feels right.
If nothing lasts forever, be my nothing.
Don’t stop Son now. Or Adama. Or Trent.
Mama, life has just begun.
It did not end that night.
We are loving Angel Di Maria instead.
‘Could I handle that next step? Obviously, I handled it very well.’
We are a poor team, in UEFA Champions League.
The returns of the kings.
We all love Santi’s Yellow Submarine (x3).
You know he’s not the only one.
Kevin De Bruyne sees things he shouldn’t.
Di Maria’s was served with a cold cut trio of goals.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
It don’t matter if you’re black or white.