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FIFA*

kevin raymond

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 D.B zipped in from America
D.C flew in from these shores
A.S wor there in spite of the weather
As was Will (who left fiance indoors).

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 With a World Cup bid on their agenda
They rallied our cause through the night
As us old ones thought hard to remember
“66”. The last time we did something right?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Does it matter? A cab driver (my brother) told me
If we get The World Cup or we don’t?
I had to agree, see the the way that I see it
It’s only way, Jules Rimet’s coming home.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So I sat in me kitchen this after
Nervously swigging me tea
Waiting for Blatter to settle the matter
Of which country it’s gonna be?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Would our cause be in vain, could we get it again?
I wondered as Blatter raved on:
About China inventing the beautiful game,
Ingerland and Scotland what kicked it along.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Winning” said Sepp “Is a wonderful thing
And losing with grace is an art”
As Gabriel Marchotti tried hard to butt in
With “What I’m hearing sure makes me alarmed”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Our Roman was seen to be charming
Well before Sepp made it clear
Russia were most delegates’ darlings
With Ingerland? Nowhere or near.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 So The World Cups awarded to The Russians
And we’re nowhere so let’s not be bitter
But how was Spanish radio privy to the outcome
As were tweeters what tweet up on Twitter?

© Kev 2010

Notes

*Farcically Inept Football Administration.

What was the point of all the other countries putting in their expensive and time consuming bids to try and win the right to host the next World Cup, if the result was broadcast on the radio in Spain, and was even known on Twitter long before Sepp Blatter stepped up to the podium and went through the pantomine, whilst talking about fair play to boot, of reading out that Russia were to be the next hosts of The World Cup?

Call me a cynic, but you couldn’t make this stuff up?

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fifa/