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For Example:

kevin raymond

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Concede a lead then drop three points
It’s daggers drawn, the finger points
Toward the soul we welcomed as the nuts
As clubs accountants scan spread-sheets
The term end tally’s looking weak
Turns out their choice weren’t anything but a klutz.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They’d clandestine meetings, snide remarks
As the team drift listless on the park
And angry fans had, had their point of view
Then on the board they’ve pinned two wins
The self same squad, a new bloke in
As fans eradicate all memory of Mark who?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Fans talked of meetings, mass stand strikes
We’d go elsewhere, get on our bikes
The players rallied round to save the boss
While massive wage cheques rolled on in
Six points tallied changed the wind
And changed their stance, they didn’t give a toss.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In truth, a return was never on
Where moneys rules all sense has gone
Win, win, win, is the order of the day
A new side to build? You ain’t got time
Let’s focus on the bottom line
Unfair dismissal? Send your bill we’ll pay.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Right now with season half way through
Those struggling teams will get a clue
If him in charge can step up to the plate
To keep them up or take them down
As accountants shrewdly scout around
For another mug to replace him, just in case!

© Kev 009

Notes

I honestly penned this poem, the morning of Gary Megson’s departure without knowing anything whatsoever about his dismissal at Bolton. It’s a poem to put focus on this time of the year for the struggling or indeed any manager, worried abouth his future as has been proved by the Mark Hughes affair at Eastlands. Where an angry players revolt just kinda fizzled out didn’t it?

The Megson dismissal reminds me of a story “The Special One” tells: Christmas lunch is about to be served in the Mourinho household and the phone rings. Mourinho Snr (a coach himself) takes the call, talks for a couple of minutes, comes back to the dining table to tell his family, over lunch he’s just been sacked. It sadly as the poem infers, always seems to happen now as the board get the jitters prior to their seasons end and it’s cash projected outcome.

Anyone reading this may well ask? Should we feel any sympathy for them (the managers), after all they know the score when they sign on the dotted line?

Well I for one, who’s seen some half decent managers sacked at our club for finishing in the top half of the table when we had little money, am still of the opinion that the way it goes on stinks.

But hey that’s just me!

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/for-example/