Football Poets

ALONE IN A CROWD

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “What a GOAL! WHAT a gooaal!” shouted Murphy
Raising his arms to the sky
George Best lobbed over to Charlton
Charltons left boot let one fly

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The ball zoomed passed Ray Clements left ear
At three times the speed of a jet
The poor goalie stood there dejected
Then picked up the ball from the net

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Alas Murphys moment of joy was soon over
And his heroic praises did stop
For, apart fromsix thousand scousers
He was standing alone in the kop

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Now as these six thousand scousers wern’t smiling
Murphy realised his future looked grim
So he dashed out the kop in a scurry
With twelve thousand fists waved at him

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The mighty kop choir had been singing
You’ll never walk alone the refrain
“If this lot catch me up” sighed poor Murphy
“I’ll be lucky if I walk again”

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “LETS GET HIM” yelled one of the kopites
And six thousand kopites gave chace
Murphy ran like a greyhound down Breck Road
Setting off at a hell of a pace

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Unfamiliar with his surroundings
He turned right up West Derby Road
Going like SOOT off a shovel
He thought his poor lungs would explode

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Down London Road Murphy went sprinting
With the kopites trying to gain ground
Puzzled shoppers outside T J Hughes
Were openmouthed, gobsmacked and spellbound

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 He passed the museum like lightening
Down Dale Street in two minutes dead
Weaving through cars on the Dock Road
He found himself at the Pier Head

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “I’m done for” panted our hero
“I’m cornered, just like a rat
I wish I’d kept my big gob shut
These scousers will lay me out flat

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Now you have to think fast when your desperate
And here was a desperate man
In one inspirational moment
Murphy came up with a plan

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Scaffolders on the Cunard Building
Had left scaffolding pipes stacked in the street
He nicked one and sped off like a whippet
Attempting one mighty feat

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 “I’ll VAULT over Mersey” he grimmaced
“I’ts not too far to Woodside”
“I’ve got this north wind behind me
I’m fortunate there’s a low tide”

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 With his scaffold pipe held horizontal
Running as fast as he could
Murphy charged out over the Mersey
THE POLE STUCK UPRIGHT IN THE MUD

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Hanging on for dear life was our hero
With the pole in the mud firmly set
Amazingly, most of his clothes were dry
There was only his jocky shorts wet

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 “Look at that man” yelled a schoolgirl
“Look Mum, his face is bright red”
“Whats he doing clinging to that pipe
With a seagull sat on ‘is head”?

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 “Just ignore him” the girls mother screamed out
“The stupid mans acting absurd”
“And stop throwing stones at the idiot
You might hit that poor little bird”

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 He was a fortunate man was young Murphy
When that ‘copter came out of the blue
A winch man was lowered to save him
And soon he was sat with the Crew

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 “We’re heading for RAF Valley”
Said the pilot, raising his voice
“We could drop you off on the Wirral
You please yourself, it’s your choice”

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 In a daze was Murphy, lowered down on the winch
Till his feet touched down on the earth
Not on concrete or soil or gravel or sand
He wa standing on luscious green turf

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 “IT’S A MIRACAL” cried Murphy waving his scarf
His thoughts turned God from his sorrow
“GOD’S a UNITED SUPPORTER, WOW”
“I’ll be there first mass tomorrow”

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 “LET’S GET HIM” screamed six thousand Tranmere supporters!!!…