My Utterly Silly Poetic Tribute to Kaka: "From AC Milan to Real Madrid"

Rocky GettersSenior Writer IJune 10, 2009

MILAN, ITALY - JANUARY 17:  Midfielder Kaka #22  of AC Milan in action during the Serie A match between AC Milan v ACF Fiorentina held at Stadio San Siro on January 17, 2009 in Milan, Italy.  (Photo by Vittorio Zunino Celotto/Getty Images)

Kaka's transfer from Italian giants AC Milan to Spanish powerhouse Real Madrid is old news in the soccer world now.

The reasons, the money involved, the effects on La Liga and Serie A, predictions of success, apprehensions of fear...all these have been nutritious fodder for every precocious footballing brain out there, dishing out their own epiphanies and enlightening us on the situation.

Don't expect that here.

Really, I'm not an expert.

This is quite simply, a crude set of poetic ramblings of a football addict high on caffeine.

Here goes nothing...


From AC Milan to Real Madrid

A joyous city celebrates and waits
And the rest of Spain shudders and faints,
That gallant Brazilian warrior has cometh to Madrid
A glorious future, that city awaits

Farewell, our beloved little angel!
Here at Milan, we still worship thee
Gourcuff's not coming back, gone is Carletto
And now no more shall San Siro chant thy name, Ricky

You scored goals, and entertained us all
When hope there should have been none, you made us believe
We enter Champions League again this year
Its sad, that you have to leave.

Our boss tells us, we will still recover somehow
We will bring better, more precious gems to this town
My evil ex-girlfriend made more sense than that
Its hard to imagine Galliani, thou can erase this frown

Kaka, we really do wish you well
But questions, tickle my mind, a fair few,
Can you fall in love with another city again?
Will that heavy pay-cheque be really good?

I still and always will support Milan
I have hated the rest too many times to change sides now
Maybe a part of me will rally for Madrid
But hope, we don't meet in the CL somehow

Because if Real and Milan do meet in a battle
I will have no option but to hope you fail,
Don't mind my Gattuso's wild tackle then
Eat dust, thou be condemned to hell!