Chelsea 3-2 Shakhtar Donetsk
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
First goal got us underway
And we can’t be accused of overplay…
Torres charges down the keeper’s clearance
And then celebrates with sheepish appearance!
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
But Donetsk reply, before Oscar let’s fly
Beautifully lobbing, to leave the keeper sobbing
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
Then Donetsk equalise once more
Willian the Brazilian gets both, to bring parity to the score
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
And so to the dying embers of the game
The urgency driving us insane
But finally, we come up smelling of roses
A corner glanced home, by young Victor Moses!
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4