Six years back in Austria,
La Roja took the charge,
They began with Greece, Sweden and Russia,
Not even the whole of Europe could stop their barge.
Their game was unlike any other,
Tiki-Taka was what its called.
It cut through defenses like knife through the butter,
Before their goals were hauled.
With fire in their hearts and magic at their feet,
The heroes were now legends proclaimed.
They dreamt of greater glory..they dreamt of greater feat,
As only Europe was got...the World still remained.
Touted as the golden generation,
They arrived at the greatest stage of all.
Carrying the hopes and burdening the expectation,
They did beat teams great and small.
Never bowing out and never backing down,
They started with loss and then beat all odds.
Taking the glory and winning the crown,
If football was a religion, they were the Lords.
One of the greatest ever were they called,
Europe was their's again.
So it struck like a lighting when they were stalled,
For 6 long years did they reign.
It seemed hard to fill the voids they left,
As they were legends when they took the fall.
Looking back at the memories kept,
I feel fortunate to have seen them at all
