Here We Go, Here We Go, Here We Go.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shouldn’t be too surprised
Having looked toward the skies
After watching what was never quite the biz
The Champions League we’ve won
Akin to two weeks in the sun?
Forgotten now, as harsh reality sets in.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 This is a business plain and simple
And to those tomorrow people
Who yearn for when “The £ootball” was a game
You desire an optimistic dream
Like wanting fairness from your team:
An honourable gesture, till the stakes soar high one day.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Riches rule our game
And “The £ootball” ain’t the same
Since we sold our souls in search of “Riches Win”
Any success comes with a cost
On a winner, yet we’ve lost
“£ootballs” culture when we let the foreign money in.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Once more the culprits strut carefree (sic),
With that look of “Don’t you dare blame me?”
To mansions in the land where Greed is God
While a decent young manager get his cards
After failing to convince a resolute old guard:
I’m Robbie, I’m astute, and I’m The Boss.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Anyway enough on poor Robbie’s sacking
Ain’t no use in us attacking
Our oligarch who will sign his final cheque
The next disposable commodity
Now looks on with envy, thinking obviously:
I want the Chelsea job, and when I get the sack, I’m set!



Like Peter in an earlier poem, I’ve become kinda disenchanted recently with The £ootball, and long before this latest sacking at our club it’s fair to say.

I don’t go to every home game like I used to (I simply can’t afford it) so I share a season ticket with my two kids, who seem okay with it though, but something is definitely missing, all the bad press our club has had, recently certainly hasn’t helped either.

I watched a German review show last Monday night and the quality of their games seemed so much better than ours or is it just me? Maybe the Premiership has just shot it’s bolt, are Man Yoo or Man City for instance head and and shoulders above everybody else in Europe?

I personally don’t think so. Teams from Germany, Spain, France and Italy though to be true no great shakes are playing the game on a kinda plateau that few if any English players will ever really aspire to at the moment, are they not?

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/here-we-go-here-we-go-here-we-go/