We hadn’t tasted victory since freezing, frosty February. We’d clocked up numerous defeats, P’rhaps scraped a couple of draws. But May, the merry month, at last, three welcome points has brought. The funny thing’s we managed it without vocal support. So now a thought’s occurred to me, I stress, it’s just a thought: It might […]

They’re racing like whippets, they’re running like hares, Pray, what is the point of it all? There’s twenty-two fellas in shirts, shorts and socks, All frantically chasing a ball. There’s three points to make, the Drop to escape, Such stuff as would norm’lly enthral. But something’s not right, the match fails to ignite, ‘Cos there’s […]

Why are they playing no matches today? Why are the football grounds empty? All action’s called off as a mark of respect For a player died aged five and twenty. But why, why, why, why could he not survive When he was struck down by heart failure? This is the question echoing, echoing Round all […]

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 […]

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 […]