The McLaren sped off from the grid, Just as his predecessor did, But then the raindrops fell like bricks. The McLaren sadly stuck on slicks Began to slide about and lag And never reached the Czech-ered flag. Crumpled up and smashed to bits, It sadly turned into the pits.

When I was playing football, back in the bad old days, Our attitudes were diff’rent in a myriad of ways. We never criticised the ref, nor called our training boring, And never dreamt of snogging anybody just for scoring. But riding dirty tackles is where football’s really changed, Especially when facing a defender half-deranged. He’d […]

All hope had seemed lost, Our dreams were discarded. We were counting the cost Of a keeper red-carded. The minutes ticked by, We did not look like scoring, The death knell was nigh, The match had turned boring. And Pat’s had it won, They were winding down slowly, The hard work was done, We’d no […]

Blame it on the ref, for sure, For one decision that was poor, If it helps you come to terms with misery. But you know down deep inside, ‘Twas not the ref that blazed shots wide, Not the ref who wasn’t marking for the free. It’s a fact beyond all doubt That all neutral hearts […]

Zinedine yelled excitedly – “When viewed unpressurised, The sarcastic remarks, Querulously pitched, Ordained nothing. My lightheadedness keeps jumping in, However. Great final, eh, Despite callous butting attack?