The Muratti is an annual men's football competition, inaugurated in 1905, between teams representing the Channel Islands of Alderney, Guernsey and Jersey. The larger islands of Guernsey and Jersey dominate the competition, with Alderney's sole victory occurring in 1920.
Since its inception, the competition has been interrupted only between 1915-1919 and 1940-1946 due to the First and Second World Wars. The teams wear their island colours of green and white (Guernsey) and red and white (Jersey) and blue and white (Alderney). The competition is sponsored by Hepburns Insurance and now includes Ladies', under 21's and an under 18's competition for men.
The tournament consists of a semi-final and a final. Before the Second World War the draw for the semi-final rotated between the three islands, but since then Jersey and Guernsey have taken turns to play Alderney in the semi.
The Final is played on alternate years in Guernsey and Jersey. When in Guernsey it is now played at Footes Lane after being held at The Track for a number of years and in Jersey at Springfield Stadium.
Muratti is a brand of cigarettes produced by Philip Morris International and sold primarily in Europe. Muratti cigarettes are sold in three varieties, Rosso, Chiaro and Zaffiro, all packaged in designer packaging and featuring a slim profile.
The company was founded in Constantinople by Greek tobacco trader Basil Mouratoglou, in 1821. He moved the company to Western Europe in the 1880s, after the Ottoman Empire monopolized the tobacco industry--in 1885 the company was established in Germany, and in 1887 in London.
The English company ended up under Philip Morris International. The German brand was bought by Martin Brinkmann in 1960, and now belongs to British American Tobacco.
Mademoiselle remembers too well
How once she was belle of the ball
Now the past she sadly recalls.
Mademoiselle lived in grand hotels
Ordered clothes by Chanel and Dior
Millionaires queued at her door.
Oh, she pleased them and teased them
She hooked them and squeezed them
Until like their empires they'd fall
She very soon learned
That the more love she spurned
The more power she yearned
Until she was belle of the ball.
Oh, Mademoiselle, such a soft machiavel
Would play bagatelle with the hearts of young men as
they fell
Mademoiselle would hide in her shell
Could then turn cast a spell on any girl
That got in her way.
She would crave all attention
Men would flock to her side
Woe betide any man who ignored
For she'd feign such affection
Then break down their pretension
When she'd won she would turn away.
Turn away, thoroughly bored.
Mademoiselle, long ago said farewell
To any love left to sell, for the sake of being belle
of the ball
Mademoiselle knows there's no way to quell
Her own private hell, just a shell,
With no heart left at all.
Poor old Mademoiselle.