Dad! For Jaysus Sake Will You Shut Up!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Mark him son go four four two
Oi centre half, that goal is down to you
Take the throw in take it now
Referee your such a clown

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Mark him hard make sure he’s hurt
Push his face down in the dirt
What d’ya mean I’m out of order?
Is he your son or she your daughter?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Referee where’s your white stick?
That blimmin linesman he’s so thick
What d’yer mean I’m being sent off?
My sons the skipper of this lot

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Whad’ya mean did I play the game?
Well I went to school with what’s his name?
I’m sorry coach I’ve gone too far
I think I’d better go sit in the car!!!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 peace.



As this poem suggests, fathers who never played the beautiful game to any standard, think that they can, by wearing a track suit and a brand new pair of expensive trainers, become Rinus Michels overnight much to the embarrasment of their kids.

You’ve all seen them on Sat/Sun mornings trying hard to look like retired pro’s on a day off!

One trainer of a kids team in the North of England got the parents of the whole team to sign a contract that if they interfered with his instuctions they were banned from the touchline for the whole season! They all, to a man and a woman signed it.

Where I live the local paper reported a punch up between the two rival sets of parents(mums and dads!) so bad that the kids cup tie had to be re-played behind closed doors at a local semi-pro ground whilst all the parents sat outside in the car park!!! Makes yer think doesn’t it???



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/dad-for-jaysus-sake-will-you-shut-up/