Monday, December 8th, 2008
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To boo off Eboue
Showed a complete lack of class
At the home of the Arse
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What the poor chap needed
Was love and affection
Not the jeers from the tiers
Fired in his direction
© Clik the mouse, December 8th 2008
Arsenal 1 Wigan 0
Very disturbed to see Emmanual Eboue booed off by his own fans.
I don’t get it.
Yes – he definitely had a ‘mare, but the booing was never going to help him.
He’s been out injured for 5 weeks, so obviously was a little rusty.
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21st February 2019 at 9:53 am
Great words Geof…..hope life is treating you well in Mallorca.I know you love Wolves but do you ever get to see RCF Deportivo/Mallorca? By the way please tag your poem (Wolves) before you submit it. I’ve done it for you this time time. cheers. C
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16th February 2019 at 12:54 pm
Much appreciated Dachlan, even more so from a Toffee 🙂
My Dad was a scouse red through and he married into a family of die- hard blue-noses!
15th February 2019 at 8:53 am
What s superb poet you are Sharon! This from a Toffee.
13th February 2019 at 4:21 pm
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13th February 2019 at 4:13 pm
I’m somewhat envious that you have this ahead of you! Crispin made my son’s first game special beyond compare when he arranged for the Forest Green Rovers stadium announcer to welcome him to the New Lawn at half time. For as long as I live I’ll remember the look on my son’s face as he heard his name echoing around the ground. Thanks for reminding me just how important these events are.
13th February 2019 at 4:04 pm
I’m 110% with you on this. Spot on.
12th February 2019 at 1:52 pm
such a beautiful poem – one I wish I’d written. Thanks for sharing.
12th February 2019 at 11:23 am
It is a beautiful poem indeed.
11th February 2019 at 12:19 pm
This is such a beautiful poem Simon and incredibly moving. Thanks for posting this.
30th January 2019 at 7:44 pm
Well in Crispin.