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Xenophobia

Glenn

Thursday, April 7th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The English game is dying, but very few are crying,
When in the past most of the cast were the Brits and the Irish vying,
For a place in the team, living their dream in the hardest league in the world.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Do I need to embellish the old gusto and relish, while,
Plain to see, at least to me, the way the game has changed,
So much of the passion, usurped by new fashion cutting down English Oak scarred and knurled.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now it’s gone mental, too continental,
Too pretty, too petty, too bad,
Where fancy-dans and also-rans have tarnished the Albion pearl.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We have foreign strikers, Euro-hitch-hikers,
Following the cheque where it leads them,
They have no favour for the English flavour which leaves my head in a whirl.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Gone are the days of Charlie George, Hoddle, Best and Waddle,
Now it’s Henri and Drogba, alien to my dogma,
Caught red-handed, taking the Standard when the flag of St. George was unfurled.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Watch for the odd English gem, you know, Terry, Lampard, Beckham,
So few and so far between, rarely to be seen,
The British prodigy can forget ideology as onto the scrap heap he’s hurled.

© Kop_Kred

Notes

I’m just getting too old I guess 🙂

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/xenophobia/