Euro 88 – Ireland vs Holland

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 George Hamilton actually gloated.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
And though it was sugary coated,
He summonsed our deepermost fears.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “The Dutch,” he announced with elation,
“Don’t seem to know how to respond!”
“Shut up!” screamed the whole population,
From the shores of this land and beyond.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But sure enough, two minutes after,
With a header the Dutch went ahead,
And amid all the bright orange laughter,
We wished hapless Georgie-boy dead.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The match had not too long remaining,
And Ireland looked set to go through,
And I’m not one for bitter complaining,
But anger where anger is due.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 What a ludicrous thing to be saying!
Why the great, urgent need to tempt fate?
Especially when Ireland are playing
And we’ve more than enough on our plate.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Dutch won the whole competition,
Though Ireland had done a good job.
No tactics contrived our perdition,
Just outspoken George’s big gob.



George Hamilton, for those living across the water, is Ireland’s John Motson.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/euro-88-ireland-vs-holland/