A Right Pigs Ear Of It and No Mistake.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Old clichés were used on the telly
Disguising a right awful show
Some apportioned the blame on John Terry
Others gave the thumbs down to Capello.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Next days “Papers” went radio rental
At the way our defence couldn’t cope
With Upson and Terry deemed detrimental
For failing to even get Klose.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Punters sat in their gardens were fuming
As chilled nectar slipped down their necks
Evenings ire was not down to just… losing
But the lack lustre show by our wrecks.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We were never quite in it from the very first minute
When James scooped one goal bound away
Then our foe headed goal-wards unhindered
As he showed how the game should be played.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Lampard stuck one away. Had the pendulum swayed
Toward us so maybe we’d win?
Then his effort scrubbed out, we feebly spouted for
“Time to bring goal line technology in”?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Computers et al couldn’t have saved us
We were oar-less, at sea, cast adrift
As the team and it’s off-field behaviour
Meant our last chance at glory was missed.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 There were flags at half-mast as each wayward pass
Showed exactly how bad we were
Kids with red and white faces felt let down, disgraced
By the show we’d put on for The World.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Fans in the street became flag-less
As grown men in despair turned to drink
When our players play like they couldn’t care-less
D’yer think they ever take a moment to think?

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 At full-time studio pundits were livid
As were thousands back home on these shores
T’was as if the whole country had been kidded
By our Lads and the great game they talked?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Back to the clichés, what the blazes did he say?
“We bossed the game up to half time”
There’s now’t so blind as those that won’t see
Is another cliché that comes in to mind!



I know that enough has been said and written about this game already, but this poem is kinda making the point how the whole country’s hopes can go pear-shaped in ninety minutes plus when a bunch of: ‘whatever they’ve been doing and whoever they are’ decide- like our lads and the French team – that they just don’t feel like putting the effort in alongside the honour after being selected to play for one’s country in a top notch competition, that’s being watched on television by millions of people, like the World Cup. Do they feel the hurt like us fans? I’m not sure that they do.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-right-pigs-ear-of-it-and-no-mistake/