On August 3rd 2006, Mike needed some poetic kicks. And those of us who really know ‘im, Hoped he’d try to write a poem. But what would get him most excited? Rovers? City? Or United? What aspect of the national game Was he about to name and shame? Was it a rant at poor decisions? […]

‘Twas surprising indeed That the nuns took the lead In the match ‘gainst a bishop’s selection. The sisters all sighed As the shot headed wide, Till the ball took a saintly deflection.

If you have not achieved your goal In six short months, your head should roll? When asked to do a job, then I’m Entitled to expect some time. Is half a season quite enough To amply show a club your stuff? When Fergie was out on a limb, United’s board stood fast by him And […]

Resulting from collusion, The fans are sold a pup. It’s really an illusion Now – this magic of the Cup. Ah sure, we’ll let the minnows Pulsate brightly like a star But the dimple on my chin knows That they won’t progress too far. The big four and their money Have the silverware sewn up. […]

I went to the fair with my nephew, Rememb’ring a tune vaguely sung. And the bright, gaudy lights And the stall-holders’ yells, And the fun-laden sights And the redolent smells Made me hark back to when I was young. There were so many stalls to encapture The minds of the young girls and boys. And […]