Like Saint to Greavsie, pie to Bovril or a hooligan to a weaponised rattan bistro chair, football and music seem drawn to one another as if by some inexplicable force of nature. Despite the two often making strange bedfellows. And Euro 2024 is no different.
Let’s face it: no song ever written specifically about football is actually any good – and before you say it yes, I am aware of obnoxious dirge Three Lions. Live appearances by pop stars at major tournaments are always either pointless (seemingly Will Smith sang before the 2018 World Cup final?) or laughable (Diana Ross’s penalty miss at USA ’94) or pointless and laughable (Martin Garrix and The Edge with a creepy pixellated cyber-Bono at Euro 2020).
And yet, when the beautiful game and beautiful song connect like a bullet header through an inch-perfect cross – think the Three Tenors doing Nessun Dorma at Italia ’90 – the emotional alchemy can be exquisite.
With the men’s UEFA European Championships in Germany upon us, a whole new set of would-be stadium anthems are here to try and cling to our ears tighter than a pair of pilsner-soaked lederhosen. Are there any surprise breakout stars among the crop of Euro 2024?
Or is it the usual mixture of fake rousing electro-pop paeans to pan-European unity, re-heated cheeseball anthems of yesteryear and other assorted novelty dross? No VAR checks were required in reaching a conclusion on some of the following.
Fire by Meduza, OneRepublic and Leony
The time-honoured tradition of chucking together a kind of songwriter’s salad to focus-group a sporting event’s official anthem sees UEFA pluck seemingly at random from the vegetable aisle of pop for this Euro 2024 line-up. Italo-electro no-marks Meduza, German singer Leony (a late sub for Kim Petras due to “scheduling issues”) and one-man American hit machine Ryan Tedder from OneRepublic meet on dispassionate EDM fist-pumper Fire, which burns about as bright as a dying pocket torch. It’s a song which UEFA say “embodies the fervour and spirit of football and music fans alike”. Which is exactly the sort of corporate nothing-speak you’d expect from an organisation renowned for treating football supporters like fleshy ATMs.