To be honest
There’s not that much happening
Apart from that odd Fergie strop.
Which Soho Square gin and tonics
Zimmer frames crashing
Will gloss over with a load of old tosh.
A nation has booked
It’s millionaires seats
So our hopes rest with those who will go.
In The Ukraine, Capello will be having a look
As the periphery compete
For that last chance to go to “The Show”.
Chelsea sit top
Of “The Premiership”
Harry’s Redknapp’s been branded a crook.
Transpires what was lost
From some clubs transfer kitty
Ain’t shown up in his Post Office book.
A cracking match
Last week in West London
When the Redmen et al came to town.
On another beautiful Sunday
They might have just turned it around?
On a train to the city
It might have been Wednesday I think.
I looked at a half screwed up broadsheet
Where some news hound from Fleet Street
Took an almighty swipe at Benitez.
Are The Redmen
In serious trouble
Is Rafa about to be sacked?
Or is the poisonous pen
Of our no knowledge rabble
Insisting a hard working man face the axe?