Like some lumberjack hipster From London’s gentrified East-end He entered the fray from the bench Stuck a swift deuce away Straight up saved the day Cynics amongst us enthused, (Me included to boot) Bout resurgent French striker Giroud, “Still, at least he ain’t playing, scoring for them* Mind you…if he’s half as good as Cashley […]

In a pub – I occasionally frequent – t’other night No sooner had I stepped inside I heard – two usually charming – blue-rinses Having imbibed three or four Guinness’s Being told by the land-lord, “Any more from you pair, you’re barred, tis bye-bye” A ruckus being replayed up on screen Caused a bit of […]

T’was a sad day yesterday Bidding au revior to Ray A youngster when as captain of our team His maturity, finesse, Showed it wasn’t just the older heads Knew how to encourage, listen, cajole, scream. I’m reminded of Gay Meadow away In the Danny Blanchflower twilight days Borassic, with a team of kids out on […]

Sat watching a match In the club, over drinks, with the chaps I listened avidly to what they had to say… About a blinding new sport Currently the talk Of every couch potato, lives round our way. Judging by what the chaps said Heart, lungs, pulse rate, pasty white legs Commence pumping like they did […]

Meandering out when the whistle had blown Shaking our heads we’re amazed Couldn’t Adam n Eve we played so bad at home Awful, a bleatin disgrace. Throats sorely taut from the shouting Of verbally trying to spur the team on Vocal chords expressing serious self doubt in Our angst of those last shallow songs. Hurling […]