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Belated Happy Birthday Mick.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 His face bears the scars of lower league battling
His voice tells the truth as he sees it
Roy Keane chanced his arm, in trying to rattle him
Casting once loyal team-mates adrift.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In his post match opinions he’s straight to the point
His honesty never in question
When stood near the dug out, face out of joint
He wryly looks up to the heavens.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He smiles in the face of adversity
Takes well dodgy calls on the chin
His credentials from the hard knocks university
Attract working class punters toward him.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Deals with imposters the way he sees fit
He’ll brisquely walk on the pitch shoulders back
Ask The Toon’s Joey Barton’s opinion of Mick,
When deemed guilty by him, of play-acting.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He won’t blind you with science or talk in clichés
Like those scared of their chairman will do
He’s known for generosity and old-fashioned ways
When manners were things we all knew.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Built journeymen teams without money
Full of players with a hunger and thirst
Some who remind although it seems funny
Of Mick, apt at getting retaliation in first.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He’s just put the cat amongst the pigeons
As his Wolves beat United two-one
So Many Happy Returns Mick, you’re one a million
Of players turning to management who’ve shone!

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Notes

I’d like to say this belated birthday poem is in honour of one of the game’s true gentlemen who seems to have been around for simply ages. But seeing as I’ve witnessed Mick McCarthy playing for (I think it was) Barnsley in his playing days, as a fully paid up bona fide member of the take no prisoners centre half society. I’ll take a rain check on that!

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/belated-happy-birthday-mick/