BOB — The Man From the V.A.R.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As Bob sat in his mum’s furnished basement
Watching re-runs of ‘Murder She Wrote’
On to a small piece of paper
to himself he wrote
a wee note.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Remember to change over the channel
Make sure you do it by Three
The suits at the V.A.R head office
Want me watching the games on T.V.”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So Bob plugged the Var recording machine
Somewhere in the back of his telly
Then went and made up some sarnies
With pastrami to fill up his belly.
He then put his feet up
as he lay on his couch
And waited for the Var official to call
Was someone offside?
Did some player dive?
Or did somebody handle the ball?
But the games all seemed to lack action
There was nothing for old Bob to note
In fact he got so bored with the football
that he turned back over to ‘Murder She wrote.’

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Meanwhile in North London in the new White Hart Lane
Spurs fans are all singing and cheering for Kane
He’s put Tottenham ahead with a nice little play
But the refs called it back, to Tottenham’s dismay.
He got a signal from his linesman, saying he thinks it’s offside
So the ref calls up var,
and asks them to decide.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Bob was watching the adverts when the phone call arrived
“Quick look at Spurs, Watford
Do you think Kane was offside?”
So Bob viewed the footage
It’s a real tough one to settle
So he decides the best thing to do
is to put on the kettle.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As he sips on his cuppa
and dips a digestive bickie
He realizes this decision is going to be trickie
He checks all the angles
With a compass and rule
The first time he has used them
since he was in junior school

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Meanwhile back in North London
the place is in total uproar
As both sets of fans sing
“it aint football no more.”
Mourinho on the sideline is gesturing,shouting
and going insane
And it looks like the rowdies of Tottenham
will smash White Hart Lane.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Now Bob checks out more camera views
To help complete his mission
But after twenty seven close up views
He still has no decision
He presses pause on the camera
to put Kane’s right foot on still
He’s either on or offside
by one eighth of a mil.
Finally he grabbed an old sovereign and tossed it in the air.
Heads would be offside, and if tales the goal was fair.
The old ways are the best ways, when every other fails
Thought Bob as he picked up the coin
that had landed showing tales.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The scoreboard showed “Goal!!!”
and Harry Kane slid along the floor
Exactly thirty two minutes
after his initial score.
The fans they cheered wildly and sang about their star
And Mourinho showed the slightest smile
And later praised the V.A.R
At home Bob called in a half time sickie
Said he had stress and a dodgy throat
poured a nice hot toddy
And watched the rest of ‘Murder She wrote.’



Hope everyone is staying well. V.A.R has become a part of football whether we like it or not. Some of the decisions have been absurd. It seems like it takes the video assistants an eternity to come up with a decision, which puts all emotional celebrations on hold. As fans all over the country sing, “it aint football anymore.” This poem is a spoof on the life of the var man.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bob-the-man-from-the-v-a-r/