Er Lads….Were We Really That Bad?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So there we both were
Minutes remaining
Muttering: “I hope we’ll hold on”
When catastrophe occurred,
Fickle fans turned to slating
Our lads with a touch of aplomb.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Wee Patsy had said
That we bossed it
Just the second forty-five to be frank
But that’s yesterday’s bread
When you’ve lost it
Un-edible, rotten and rank.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When their winner flew in,
The fair weathered set off
To catch trains, yeah that lame old excuse
Whilst the bear it and grin
Stood up proud and sang songs
Still refusing to grasp we might lose.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Wee Patsy had spoke
As he saw it
Our back line was playing too high
“We’re becoming a joke”
As I see it
Said a caller on 505 live.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Then the big hitters phoned
Slating our captain
“He’s useless and lacking in pace”
One bloke even moaned
About John Terry lacking
Moral fibre, discretion, or grace.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’d lost a home game
Two – one I’m told
That really could have gone either way
Yet aspersions of blame
Are beginning to un-fold
That when winning never come out to play.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Our squads far too old
We’ve not enough players
Current managers lacking experience
Then the “I told you so’s”
Make sure they have their say
“Roman needs to spend a few million”

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Now call me old fashioned
A cynic, a fan
Or a bloke who ain’t getting the drift
Coz I can’t seem to fathom
How our great game all came down
To just the winning, and all else don’t exist?



As a radio fan taking in the Chelsea v L’pool game over at The Bridge on Sunday afternoon. I can only go by what Pat Nevin and Mike Ingham were saying to me. As I didn’t manage to catch M ot D 2 either.

So I kinda got the feeling L’pool nicked the first half and us the second. Liverpool won the game and that’s fair enough, but the barrage aimed at our team on 5 live radio, afterwards by so called Chelsea fans was so out or order and bordering on mass hysteria, I was sat in the kitchen with my son, shocked.

Now call me niave, but I’ve always thought when you went to a match you’d three options on the outcome: win, lose or draw, or has Sepp changed it again and no-ones told me about it? You know to like we wanna or we’ve gotta win, so we’ll ….win, simple, and when it goes pear shaped we’ll head for the exits and vent our anger out over the radio airwaves toward everybody and everything!

Go well and be lucky.




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