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Poems tagged ‘Jose Mourinho’

An FA Cup classic

Everton 5-4 Tottenham

Barely three minutes of a classic
When Sanchez lights the spark
For a nine goal thriller
At an empty Goodison Park

Calvert-Lewin and Richarlison
Start a three goal breakthrough
Sigurdsson from the spot
Lamela makes it 3-2

All this before the break
But there’s still more to see
It’s Sanchez yet again
To level things 3-3

Richarlison makes it a double
Surely Toffees are on the up?
Son’s cross nodded by Kane
Wow! The magic of the FA Cup

Who’ll dig deep for victory?
A gruelling mount to climb
Bernard the hero fires home
Seven minutes into extra time

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He’s Back Again, and… Down The Lane.

Well… I never saw that appointment in North London coming?
Here in the capitals football one usually does?
Mourinho seemed destined for The Arse (and let’s face it…slumming!)
In the midst of a media maelstrom he loves.

Till Daniel Levy right nicked a march on The Arse
To get Jose strutting his stuff down The Lane
Rumour has it, when Saturday comes, after collecting his cards
Poch will be fast a kip at The Emptiness, during their game?

It’s the last chance saloon for Mourinho
Spurs are near brassic, tis fact
A blinding new stadium, senior pro’s all itching to go
Ain’t the usual cards, he finds…in a welcoming pack.

Still…it’s takes the mind off a Brexit
A right royal scandal, and a general election
An ordinary season thus far, has by one geezer’s exit,
Suddenly…been given an adrenalin injection.

Mourinho, let’s face it, ain’t everyone’s cup of rosy
Often at times he can do in yer nut
But most fans I talk to, can’t help but agree…
His appointment guarantee’s…this season is back on the up.

It goes without saying…it could all go Pete Tong
As it occasionally did with yer man in the past
Yet Spurs fans, down in their cups, over in North London
Might yet laud Daniel Levy…for nicking a march on The Arse.

Peace.

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Why Start Blame?

And so José continues his journey
In North London clime
Subjecting with frosty demeanour
But is he well past his prime?

Certainly that’s our chary hope
Sarf of the river
But could this cussed, cranky critter
Be “The One to Deliver”?

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