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Guest Poem of the Day: The Fresh Prince of the Mercato

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People, get your flux capacitor out. It's time to go back with Doc Brown and Marty McFly.

No, no, no. We're not going back to 1985 or anything. But we are going back, say, a little more than a week. Pretty sure we'll all be able to handle that. If not, go and try and get a note from your boss so we can take a little trip.

Courtesy of Tariq Falaknaz, a little poem sung to the harmony of the 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' theme song that was in comment form in Jose's most recent post about strikers.

Let's begin...

Now this is the story all about how,
our striker problem never worked out,
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how Juventus finished the season with no capocannoniere

In north of Italia, born and raised
In Varese, where he spent most of his days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
Giuseppe Marotta was not another fool

When a couple of guys couldn't score enough goals
started giving him headaches and no clues
He went from Aguero to Vucinic and the fans got scared!
"Marotta couldn't sign a big name even if he was a billionaire!"

He whistled for van Persie, and when he came near
He went for United, failed bids all over again
If anything he could say that this was "not fair"
But he thought, "Nah, let's try another name."

He settled on a few names, maybe seven or eight
And he yelled, "Yo newspapers! Fernando Llorente!"
Looked at his bid and he was finally aware
The days of the market and no strikers came.

Read the lyrics and then put this music on in the background.

Ta-da!