A release of pent up emotion
means goalscorers do very odd things.
The headless chicken’s a favourite,
much squawking and flapping of wings.
One of my first childhood memories
when I switched on to ‘Match of the Day’
was to see Mick Channon’s windmill
as the Southampton striker made hay.
Running around the corner flag
was Cameroonian Milla’s thing;
copyright old Frank Lampard
when he made the Irons fans sing.
In the nineties Klinsmann’s bellyflop
was his own parody of a dive
whereas the more casual scorer
prefers a quick hug or high five.
When Geordie Ketsbaia’s tantrum
resulted in numerous kicks
it was said his extreme reaction
came from not being picked.
At Swindon we had Fjortoft’s fly-past;
At St James’s Big Al’s salute;
now down at Pompey’s Fratton Park
they have Lua Lua’s loop the loop.
Robbie Keane’s cartwheel for Tottenham
has been seen by the fans at the Lane
whilst armchair fans’ glimpse of the ‘Monty’
will be witnessed again and again.
Other humorous celebrations
include Earnshaw’s machine gun routine;
Prolific Thierry Henry
prefers, instead, to look mean.
And what about my celebrations?
Do I mimic my heroes of yore?
Truth be told I’m too knackered
and, IF I score, just flop to the floor.