1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Come on Micky, three to one?”,
“Kev, the bet is evens, son
You’ll win away at Spurs tonight, you always do
Bleating German, hardly through the door,
Leave me brassic, he gets top four
Still, midst your boss-eyed form, I nicked a bob or two”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Oh, come on Micky, three to one?”,
“Do that, I’ll be in the work-house son
I’ve a vision, and three kids, to feed indoors
Listen Kev, tell you what I’ll do, seeing as it’s you
Lay you an absolutely blinding nine to two,
Over at Spurs tonight, you get a pen, Jorgino scores?”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Okay Micky, fifteen sov’s at nine to two?
Plus…a score at threes, us winning, if I do?”,
“Okay, okay, you’re on, enough already, you’re proper getting on my wick.
I’m laying the German geezer, only stays twelve months,
Marina wields the axe, someone pushes him, or he jumps?
He’s got previous, for falling out with them, like you, trying to take the Mick”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Peace.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Stay sage. Bode well.



Form…Blues fans, fond of a bet, look forward to the annual wager on us winning at Spurs, as the away gig that never stops giving. Though obtaining decent prices, is another story, as bookmakers are wise to us to nowadays. Jorgino, prior to the other evening, missed two previous pens. So him scoring from the spot, came in at a fairly decent price. As for anyone mug enough, to take a punt on a manager, seeing out the full term of a contract with us? Study the form…we’ve got previous. Brassic. Short for Boracic lint, Rhyming slang for skint. Sov. A pound sterling. Score. Twenty of.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/friendly-chat-concerning-current-form/