A Lauded and Unpaid Fifth Official.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Twas like snowballs in Hellas
Three-o-clock on a Saturday
Rarities only known to the few
Two right at it young fella’s
Well committed to the tackle
From Liverpool and their visitors Man U.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 After watching it a few times
No way was it a red
Though competitive it was there’s no doubt
Whilst The Govan Knight on the touch line
Stood shaking his head
Shouldn’t even have opened his mouth.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In a game where there’s tension and passion
Of course tackles will fly in
When the ball’s there to be won
It’s a part of the action
Us die hard purists are missing
Whilst softies pull sickies for months.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The lauded unpaid fifth official
With plenty to say
Got a shock
When Jonjo en route after his dismissal
Gave a right royal wave
Whilst inferring The Govan Knight shut his gob!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I’ve often pondered this
In moments and wonder
When The Govan Knight opens his big trap
If an Harry Cripps or Peter Storey*
Blazed past his dug out, in a mist of red thunder
Would The Govan Knight have given them his old chat?



The Jonjo Shelvey tackle didn’t and still doesn’t look that bad to me, but what do I know? What I do know is that Ferguson has far too much to say for himself. It’s about time some young turk told him to button his lip!

*Harry Cripps, Millwall legend and articulate artisan defender of the old school, and Peter Storey of The Arsenal, from the very same academy.

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-lauded-and-unpaid-fifth-official/