A Bad Start

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Two goals down
After a quarter of an hour.
Grown men frown
And the taste is very sour.
Throats lose power
As Depression comes to town –
A quarter of an hour,
And we’re two goals down.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Two behind,
And it’s only eight o’clock,
Faces lined
With complete and utter shock.
Home fans mock,
But we’re very much resigned,
Only eight o’clock
And we’re two behind.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Down two nil,
And just fifteen minutes gone,
Are we still
In the upper echelon?
Roar them on,
But our bodies feel a chill,
Fifteen minutes gone
And we’re down two nil.



St Patricks Athletic 2 Shelbourne 2. Glad of a draw in the end, but three points from three games against mediocre sides is not championship material

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-bad-start/