The maestro

Time to give honour to whom it is due

Back in August when Barśą was rubbished
When we were humiliated by the royal team of Madrid
There was a silent watchman hanging on the tip

Back to the pages when we were written off the league as well as Europe
When it all seemed we'll end up begging for the Copa
There was a tutor telling us to "calma"

Back to the illusion of Messi's dip in form
When Suarez decided to join him in the strike against the net
There was him; seeking for alternatives that would ensure we broke the net

Back to yesterday when we became favourites
For the blues and for the invincibles
Then our anthem played fear to them
There stood a tactician at the helm

Back to tomorrow when we'll take on Roma
Forwarding to the sixth
Then we'll chant and swing his name
We'll say; in him we trust
We'll write; in him we've overcome
We'll dance; silently as his tone dictates

Barśą has become that threat once again
Play against us and watch our thunder rain
Thanks to the blood pushing up the player's vein
Thanks to Valverde the maestro behind the reign