Football Poets

MOVE OVER GOD YOU’RE IN MY SEAT.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On September the Twentieth,
the year Two Thousand and Four,
a stern looking gentleman,
knocked on heavens door.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 St Peter answered cautiously,
then recognised the face,
and he told the man to come on in,
and find himself a place.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The man nodded at Bill Shankly,
Bob Paisley, Bertie Mee,
shook the hand of Joe Mercer,
and waved to Matt Busby.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 With shoulders back,
head in the air,
he marched over to God,
who sized the man — up and down,
and gave a friendly nod.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 ” I need to know the history,
of what you did on earth,
I need the total details,
from the moment of your birth.”

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ” I was born a proud Yorkshireman,
in the year of Thirty Five,
and through passion and endeavour,
in football I did thrive.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 My wife she called me Brian,
some others ‘ Ol Big ‘ead,’
but throughout my life,
I never cared,
what other people said.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I played for my home team Middlesbrough,
won two England caps as well,
and ended up at Sunderland,
when Boro chose to sell.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 But my world was rocked by injury,
at the age of Twenty Six,
when I tore my knee at Bury,
something doctors couldn’t fix.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 My managerial career I started.
at the bottom of the heap,
the terraces at Hartlepool,
myself I had to sweep.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Next I went to Derby,
and brought them great success,
those were the happiest of my days,
to that I must confess.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 I had a brilliant partner,
Peter Taylor he was named,
for scouting out new talent,
throughout England he was famed.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 I got average players,
and made them great,
I brought big heads down to size,
the press and public loved me,
but me the F.A. did despise.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 I had McGovern, Nish, McFarland,
who no one could get by,
Alan Hinton, Archie Gemmill,
and the gallant Dave Mackay.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 I was a fixture on the telly,
my comments were profound,
but I got into trouble one night,
for calling a Polish man a clown.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 A short spell then at Brighton,
where I discovered Peter Ward,
but after a while down by the sea,
I started to get bored.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 I insisted my teams play on the ground,
never use the old long pass,
if football was to be played up on the clouds,
wouldn’t you have put down grass?

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 I took over Leeds United,
from Mr Revie over there,
but only lasted Forty- Four days,
cos the players they didn’t care.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Then a call came from Notts Forest,
my services they beckoned,
and I took the reins of a team,
who were lowly in the Second.

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Soon with brilliant management,
I had Forest on the rise,
and soon we were up in the First,
taking the big boys by surprise.

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 I brought in Peter Shilton,
Kenny Burns a solid rock,
and up front I had John O’Hare,
Birtles and Woodcock.

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 Archie Gemmill and John Robertson,
Ian Bowyer a bargain steal,
Frank Clark and Peter Withe,
and of course Martin O’Neill.

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 Untrendy Forest won the League,
and the Euro Cup as well,
it was in football management,
my most successful spell.

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 Another Euro Cup was added,
as for League Cups I lost count,
but alas with Peter Taylor,
tensions began to mount.

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 We had a major falling out,
and never spoke again,
it caused me guilty feelings,
and many years of pain.

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 I see him over there now,
plotting tactics with Saint Paul,
and showing young Jeff Astle,
how to head the ball.

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 I wouldn’t say I was the greatest,
but I was clearly the top one,
but without my old mate Taylor,
a lot wouldn’t have been done.

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 My young son Nigel made the grade,
which made me very proud,
and I signed Roy Keane and Stuart Pearce,
to please the Forest crowd.

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 I believed in tough man management,
I had a temper to avoid,
just ask Edward Sherringham,
or the cocky Larry Lloyd.

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 I never won the F.A Cup,
or possessed the England job,
mainly cos the suits in London,
didn’t like my gob.

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 I departed Forest in 93,
disillusioned with the game,
and life for me unfortunately,
would never be the same.

¶ 32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 I did my share of drinking,
a new liver I acquired,
but for the last year of my life,
I’ve felt so weak and tired.

¶ 33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 So now MY Lord to you I’ve come,
and laid my soul quite bear,
NOW YOUNG MAN PLEASE MOVE ALONG,
COS YOU’RE SITTING IN MY CHAIR.