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Crocked!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 That was the beauty of teams in white
Like Real Madrid or Leeds,
and Tottenham Hotspur were versatile
In our halcyon carpet leagues.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Leeds were really on a roll that year
We were trailing in their wake
Then their hopes like “Bubbles” faded away
When dad came in one night somewhat worse for wear
And trod on Gary Sprake!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The airfix glue weren’t working
So he struggled through-out the game
He was stuck to the cloth with his arms aloft
Unable to make a save.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They couldn’t afford a substitute
Couldn’t even stick (sic) him out on the wing
So I was over the moon Leeds had to lose
T’was just like the Real (sic) thing!

This poem is dedicated to former players of the most skilful football game ever invented for kids and adults: Subbuteo. At this time of the year when sales (in those days I’m sure) used to go through the roof. Almost everybody I knew was hooked on this game, we played it for hours on end. Wonderful stuff.

Every `keeper` making a bad mistake
Came to be known as making a Gary Sprake!*

*I think this was because of a real howler he made in a European Cup Tie playing for Leeds Utd, and there’s never been any love lost between Chelsea and Leeds Utd fans either, even to this day for some reason!

Carefree….braised on Celery.

Go well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/crocked/