Flip Flop Strop

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 this was never gonna be
the cream of the crop
a salivating supper
from the guys at the top
nothing here to calm hearts
or garnish it with style
passion beating tension
by a good country mile
frustration desperation
where’s it gonna stop
inept ref or a flip flop strop?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 blame it on your striker
blame it on the night
blame it on the climate
it don’t make it right
tabloids and fans scream
who’s the one to blame
look at what’s happening
to our beautiful game

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 you and me dreaming
how long will we wait
you and me following
the side they love to hate
you and me complaining
you and me sad
you and me forgetting
all the stuff we’ve had

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 long gone the night before
cold light of day
underlines reality
the pain goes away
no quick remedy
no magic ointments
great expectations
great disappointments

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 nothing gonna change things
we can moan a while
time to act with dignity
and not like a child
there we were once again
so close to the top
inept ref
or a flip flop strop?



CL SF 09 Chelsea 1 Barcelona 1
oh dear.oh dear..nuff said..

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/flip-flop-strop/