• Answering Machine. Saturday Afternoon
    Hello, and thanks for the call If it’s himself you want he’s out (Thank God!) Off with his pals at The Football To shout and sing those silly songs, like silly sods. He won’t be back until this evening Probably just before Match of the Day When most likely he’ll be steaming So he’ll disagree […]
  • Early Doors.
    T’was a beautiful day for The Football When I strode beside The Thames I see a tower on The Power Stations down Which they’ll shortly re-erect again. Walking past The Flower Show site Blue shirts begin to appear Albert Bridge was a welcoming sight Above Cadogan Pier. They came from across the river By bus, […]
  • Howzat. Howzat??
    The cricket’s Not the The Working Man’s Ballet of course* Though it has to be said Winning an occasional Ashes match Could bowl the odd maiden over. Thing is When I walk by the telly and hear posh voices squawk It does in me head So just like a parrot I’m now known to retort, […]
  • Mind Games or (Here We Go Again)
    Sure The Indian sign has finally been broken As we’re beaten – under Mourinho – at last by The Arse (nal) Yet when they came down the stairs with The Shield Did The Alsatian’s snub of his foe publicly reveal Despite his winning team having loads…he lacks class? Was it mind games or real admiration […]
  • Together With All Our Hearts…
    It’s his smugness The ears I can handle Or them creepy ads he does for the crisps The (rehearsed) off the cuff chuckles, Under the pretense he’s a genuine football fan Or a career involving very few risks. I’ve heard all the rumor’s Regarding elocution lessons For a wannabe Des Lynam? (But I’m sorry he […]