1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Trappatoni doing it his way, damn the nation
An old man with an old plan, dull formation
His way or the highway, sure he’s misunderstood
Like it or lump it, we would if we could.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Six years since Duffer last took on his man
We yearn for the days of Kev O’Callaghan
Cap grabber Given, hurt or run of the mill?
Robbie’s retired to the Hollywood Hills

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 First four halves, we conceded early on
Rained on us consistently, no one shone,
Ward used to rampage down the wing in his prime
Transformed, dodgy full back, not the boys’ crime

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Too many hacks hungry for sensation
Straw grabbing latest juicy revelation
Looking for a scapegoat like Dunphy long go
Roy’s hatred of losing provides the ammo

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Deflected the focus from pitiful stuff
Haven’t real Irish fans suffered enough?
Trap has presided o’er the worst ever seen
And insulted our nation by using Paul Green



10 days or so later and it still hurts.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/clap-trap/