• Who are these People?
    Esposito, Fiorani, Fogagnolo, Casiraghi, Soncini. Who are these people? Principato, Del Riccio, Temolo, Vertemati, Gasparini. What are these names? Galimberti, Ragni, Bravin, Mastrodomenico, Poletti. Have they some claim to fame? Are they perhaps a football squad or team? So it might seem, but no. Maybe a rugby Fifteen? Could be, but not so. A list […]
  • Limited Resources
    David Moyes has proved adept, no-one could say that he’s inept, He sure knows how to make the most of limited resources. Came in seventh this Campaign, fourth place once or twice, His diet’s bread ‘n’ butter, no seasoning or spice, No fancy piquant sauces. He gets by on a shoestring, cooks broth from rusty […]
  • A Thousand Fathers
    Victory has a thousand sires, Of credit each claims portion. Defeat’s progenitors are unknown, The poor mite is an orphan. The Winning Team’s supporters “We really were the Twelfth Man today – Throughout the match kept up our deafening roar. Even when the Lads were two down. For we don’t only sing when we’re winning, […]
  • The Viola in Yellow
    Why do they call them the Viola? It isn’t so easy to see. For they are not playing in viola, They’re playing in yellow it seems. Well, I forked out twenty-five euros To watch Viola playing tonight, But find them all decked out in yellow, It somehow just don’t seem quite right. Their shirts are […]
  • In the Mists of Time
    Born in nineteen sixty-two, I still have hazy memories Of our Triumph four years later: Staring at the black-white screen, Chanting “We’ve won the Cup!”, Not fully comprehending why the fuss. And if I peer into the avenir, I can likewise vaguely discern Visions of future success: An England Captain, his features blurred, As is […]