Fickle Or What?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We praised God in heaven, when one of eleven
William Gallas struck home vital goals
But now he’s a gooner, we rather he sooner
Be damned, now that we’ve Cashly Cole

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ain’t football fans fickle when having a giggle
After winning a title or two
But don’t you dare leave them, like a geezer from Sweden,
Or their spite will be aimed straight at you

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 With a gap in the buzz, in last game at our club
Poor William was slaughtered alive
With terrace cant vicious almost neigh on malicious
Yet he wasn’t out there, amongst twenty five

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He’s left us, he’s gone like the waves we roll on
Toward hopefully, more honours and cups
Let’s be honest now chaps, as we ponder, think back
When William Gallas gave his all for our club!



Standing there in the seats (sic) at the last home game!. Someone thought they’d have a pop at this bloke (W.Gallas) who was a hero, all of six months ago.

What makes it even worse, he wasn’t even there and playing at out place, unless ‘Arry’ has signed him, registered with him the league under another name and he’s playing for Pompey!

That’s gotta happen soon, the way things are going, if it hasn’t already!

Hypercrites, don’t yer just love em to fickle bits!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fickle-or-what/