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Happy New Year.

joe morris

Thursday, January 2nd, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Happy New Year football
Best wishes Premier League
Like one continuous sequence
Of festive frivolity
Seemingly 365 days of the year
Raucous repetition
Over and over again
Throughout the dazzling illumination
Of Regent and Oxford Street lights
The glittering tinsel and bobbing baubles
A permanent Boxing Day fixture
This constant bombardment of one
Game after another
Football on our guilty conscience
When the kids are crying out for
Yet more presents
This incessant indigestion
A bloated diet of Arsenal,
Liverpool, Chelsea, and,
Astonishingly, Forest flashing
On our radar
At the top of the Premier League
Business as usual
And business class
Economy suite
Liverpool leading the pack
A throwback to days of yore
When Bill, Bob, Ronnie and Joe,
Messrs Shankly, Paisley, Moran and Fagan
Dictated the tempo and
Dominated the game in vivid shades
Of pure red, scarlet or magenta
Painting Merseyside red
Decade after decade
Of ruddy complexioned beauty
During those vivacious and vibrant
Years of 1960s and 70s ownership
Throughout absolute domination
Now the Anfield masses
On the Kop roar again
For Arne Slot, a Dutchman
Inheriting the mantra of
Total Football
It’s a genetic thing
You know
Salah, Gakpo, Van Dijk,
Robertson, Arnold
Ripping it up
Six at Spurs, five
At the claret and blue Hammers
Is there no stopping this
Red runaway train?
Arsenal, Forest and Chelsea
On Liverpool’s coat tails
Clinging desperately onto their hood,
Pockets of defiance
Anything that gives them hope
But here we are
At the half way point
Of the season
City are in no man’s land
Alien territory
For Pep, no fifth
Premier League title for him
Or so it would seem
Just out of contention
Nowhere to be seen
Almost a pathetic shadow
Of their former selves
Even noisy neighbours
United look like sick patients
In Accident and Emergency
Manchester United relegation material
Unthinkable, surely sacrilege
It must never be allowed to happen
Particularly after that famous day
At Old Trafford when the Law man
Denis back heeled his old muckers
United into the old Second Division
It’s the second half of the
Premier League
A quarter of the way
Into the new century
It’s anybody’s guess

Notes

Hi Football Poets,

Happy New Year Crispin and all of you fabulous football poets. So it’s the halfway point of the Premier League season. Another gripping race to the finishing line in May.

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