Gary Neville At Anfield

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As Gary Neville sat at Anfield
In a tv studio of glass
How come, his face always reminds me?
Of a heavily smacked….

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 His rantings in his column
About Mourinho and the Blues
Are galling and boring
They’re making me snooze

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We never said ‘we’re the greatest’
Thats open to debate
But Neville and his writing
Is filled with jealousy of late

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 For him to have to sit at Anfield
As Liverpool and Chelsea fought hard
Then bite his tongue when Frankie Lampard
Mentioned a media stick barrage

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 How d’yer feel now, Gary me son?
The title’s not over yet, nobody’s won
Worry about yer own team and what they must do
Whilst Mourinho and Co think about all things Blue!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’ll never ever forget, that last game of last season
When you couldn’t accept, we were champions
Was sheer envy the reason?





Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gary-neville-at-anfield/