That was the song the Kop sang to torment Gary Sprake
But if they heard those lyrics now I think their hearts might break.
Half-time, no score, Mo Salah’s off, the result is still ibn doubt
As Karius has the ball in hand and needs to roll it out.
Benzema sticks his foot out to intercept the roll
And the keeper turns to watch the ball as it trickles into goal.
He stabs his fingers in the air as if the ref’s gone blind
But sixty thousand pairs of eyes have seen who lost his mind.
Bale’s bicycle’s a miracle -no goalie’s saving that –
But another Karius blunder kills the final dead and flat.
Bale has a go from forty yards, they’re watching from the stands
As the keeper sees it all the way and flaps with feeble hands.
It bounces off them into goal, it nestles in the net
And the dream’s become a nightmare that Karius won’t forget.