Ah Well.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s a stadium full of cliches,
Of why we didn’t win
We had our chances, fair enough
So let’s just all applaud them Mancs
And take it on the chin.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A premier doner striker
Who’s said he wants away
Gave a slap out lke a fighter
That some would some say was fey.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Sometimes that Drogba’s head ain’t right”
I heard Wayne Rooney quote
And after the strokes he pulled on Wednesday night
Men in white coats, of Wayne Rooney’s words take note.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You can blame Yuri Gagarin
You can blame the Moscow rain
The Tsars and Dostoevsky
Cheap vodka, cancelled planes.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 You can blame it on the Kremlin
Aeroflot, The KGB
But if you take your chances in normal time
Yer common sense should tell yer
There’d be no need for penaties.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Of course a pen shoot out’s a lottery
And a right dodgy way to win it
But it’s only called a lottery folks
By them that hold a losing ticket!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A final word goes out to a ginger bloke
Who played with a broken nose
I know he ain’t Bert Trautmann*
But he must come pretty close.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I’m sitting here well gutted, a desparate broken man
But I’d sit through it all again, still cheering the boys on. Why?
Me team you see is Chelsea, and in me eyes they’ve done nuffink Wrong and I’m a proud….. die hard football fan!



*Bert Trautmann, Man City’s German goal-keeper who played in an FA cup final with a broken neck, that he knew nothing about till the end of the game!

Big up to Man Yoo for a cracking double, but after coming from well off the pace, I’m proud of me team and it’s manager for running them pretty close in both competitions.

Have a great summer!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ah-well/