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Going into Europe

michael spring

Tuesday, February 18th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Hanover, I turned out for the locals
Bist du einem gut spieler?
Yes mate, but what’s German for ‘man-on’?
And what do you shout when the big stopper
Has just taken a gouge out of your thigh?
And I’m not sure I should be playing here
With everything that’s happened since ’66.
Still, they did call me ‘Charlton’
When I stuck a boot out in a goalmouth scramble,
Which has to be a first for a player in Europe
Without a shot, let alone a comb-over.

© michael spring

Notes

It’s wonderful how national stereotypes reinforce themselves – the Germans are organised, South Americans have flair, and the Brits – well, we invented the game, didn’t we?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/going-into-europe/