5-0 is no thrashing.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So the ladies walk the tunnel.
Isn’t that a men’s job?
It’s the F.A. cup final.
But who’s to say thay women can’t play?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Leeds Ladies unfurl with promising touches,
but after two minutes the goal is in their own net!
Sue Smith, we need you, show them your magic!
Show them your wicked fast feet!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So the goals pile in from the referees bad decisions.
One from a free kick and one from a penalty – my foot!
Though in the end, we are worthy runners up,
but the things that bugs me is the woman of the match…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Her name does not sping to mind, and I cannot find the programm
I’m hardly to treasure it after a five nil thrashing!
But one things for sure: they must have got the sports mixed up…
It’s football, not diving, are you all blind?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So the train ride home is certainly no picnic.
Swamped with Arsenal fans.
And as I wallow in sorrow,
The curse of the smug ten year old Arsenal fan
Taunt me…on every train home…



Written about the womans F.A. cup final 2006, in which Leeds (my team), reached the final, but were hammered by Arsenal five goals to nil. There’sn always next year!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/5-0-is-no-thrashing/