1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 T’was a cert it would happen
As we said in the pub
Still we all stood and clapped
When he appeared as their sub.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Tuned up and fit
He looked as sharp as a tack
Then with one or two deft little flicks
He inspired their attack.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 T’was sod’s law (sic) as they say
That he went and bleeding well scored
Though we Loved him for the way
He refused to milk the applause.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When the game finally ended
In a tight one all draw
He shook hands with his friends
and heard the travelling roar.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Then on turning around
With an emotional start
He walked to our part of the ground
Still with us in our hearts
Waved, smiled, and seemingly gutted
Bade us a poignant au revoir.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 On leaving a pub Up The Junction
Hairs still raised on me neck
I was more than pleased with the out come
When I’d time to reflect:

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 That if Super Frankie Lampard oozes class from his pores
The respect shown, though he now plays for them Mancs,
To a former hero of ours (even after helping them to a draw)
Was a right touch of class from our loyal travelling fans.



Well played and well scored Frankie son. Yer still a top man….c!

Carefree…braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



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