Italia, 90.

Watching matches on TV,
played in places like Bari,
which I'd never heard of.
Getting intense about Italy,
in the midst of night and heat
Accompanied by power cuts.
With Toto Schillaci,
and Baggio's buddhist calm,
Not great football,
yet some strange charm.
The heartbreak of the semi-finals.
And I signed on for the ride.
Now they're in the Final,
Hope springs eternal....