Under the lights where the desert shone,
Barcelona walked in focused on their throne.
Twenty-twenty-six etched sharp in time,
A season of purpose, a peak to climb.

The semifinal was a joy to behold,
Each pass had poise and control.
Goal after goal, the dominance was shown,
A story written, fierce and owned.

Then came the final, with heavy lore,
They pressed, they struck, they asked for more.
Barca struck first, standing tall against white,
Real Madrid soon pressed right.
3 goals in 6 mins was so insane,
The referee forgot it wasn’t 8mins time added.

The youth ran fearlessly, veterans led the game,
The Clasico was once again reclaimed.
Supercopa lifted high once more again,
A team relentless, destined to reign.

A young team chasing the dream
This club meant more than just being a team.

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