A Bad Night In.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 After three of four games I was yawning
Though not from the toils of my day
Fare from the Prem seemed so boring
Like the two motdled dogs on display.*

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Mates of mine journeyed to Swansea
In director’s box seats they had sat
Well I’m thankful I saved my money
I wouldn’t be pleased having paid to see that?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Games seemed devoid of all passion,
Staid like the two fading pro’s
Whose monosyllabic words on the action
Entertained me like a freshly broke nose.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I got up made the tea, thought it was me
That tired I was missing the thrills
Of committed attacks, defensive mishaps
Swanning, the odd goalkeeping spill.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Sat well narked on the sofas, no place for a bloke
Demanding the screen wake his soul
So the passion within screams: “That was in”
At replayed and debateable goals.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Didn’t feel like a Saturday night’s footer to me
Something quite clearly was up
I remedied by changing quickly over to ITV
For the real excitement of the old F.A Cup!



Watching Match of The Day, last Saturday evening after missing the start of it, seemed really boring, games, pundits, etc, etc. I just couldn’t get in to it, until I had a brainwave: why not turn over and watch the FA Cup highlights on ITV instead?

Which were truly wonderful and a complete change for the better in presentation, action sequences, post match interviews and much more passionate that any of what I witnessed earlier on in the evening over on The Beeb.

*1, Should be mottled, but used motd instead.

*2, Means peeved or somewhat put out in Cockney slang.

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-bad-night-in/