The manager entered the dressing room,
And slammed the door with violence,
And with a face that pre-told doom,
Surveyed the team in silence.
“Two nil down!” he roared with force,
“And such a brutal showing!
A blind man on a charging horse
Can see where this game’s going!
‘Have you forgotten all you’ve learned?
The things we did in training?
I’m really getting quite concerned,
And find it all quite paining.
‘I before E, except after C!”
He yelled exasperated.
“How many different times have we
Seen this law replicated?
‘Un chanson is the French for ‘Song’
I thought we had that sorted.
But no, our fullback gets it wrong,
He ought to be deported.
‘Everybody here by now
Should know their nine times table.
So someone please inform me how
Our goalie isn’t able!
‘Come on lads, for goodness sake,
This game should hold no terrors.
Just concentrate and do not make
Such silly schoolboy errors.”