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Dave Striker

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When we heard we’d signed a Czech
We expected it to bounce
Budget till the pips squeak
But this was man, not mouse

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A talented new striker
Name of David Strihavka
We just call him Dave
To break through the language barrier

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’re not great on words round here
We can’t be doing with palaver
We think elocution is shocking
Well, how now Strihavka

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He’s been struggling for fitness
We’d like to see what he can do
He could be a real good scorer
We wait to see if it is true

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 At the moment he’s a stranger
Facts woolly, like balaclavas
We don’t yet chant your name
But we believe that it’s Strihavka

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Notes

palaver = fuss

No sooner had I written this, Strihavka scored his first league goal on Saturday against Crystal Palace, to bag all three points for City. Hurrah!

It doesn’t matter what he’s called because everyone in Norfolk is called ‘boy’. The boy Dave is said to be learning English at a rate of knots. When he hears something new, he writes it down and translates it. He laughs at the dressing room banter, albeit five minutes later.

Song for Strihavka:

Dave Striker whoo ooo aa
Dave Striker whoo ooo aa
We can’t pronounce his name
It sounds a bit like this (repeat to fade or till City win a corner…)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/dave-striker/