Here’s To Yer Man!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s hooleys out in Spancil Hill
The kind you’ve never seen
And every Irishman is thrilled
That Trap now wears the green.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Eamon Dunphy’s lost for words
That must be a first
When Trap’s in charge of those green shirts,
They’ll rock the Football World.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 St Stephens Green has never seen
That cattennacio
When Trap sends out his first green team
Will Croker rock ‘n’ roll?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Will Dublin go bananas
When Trap leads out the greens
Will Johnny Giles retire now
From slaughtering the team?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Gas parties out in Limerick
Are rocking round the clock
By the time the next World Cup comes round
They’ll all be jetting off.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There’s talk of him in County Cork
Saying he’s Italian. What baloney
We all know his familie’s from these shores
Them Tralee O’Trapattoni’s

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Mobiles phones are banished
Squad suits are back in vogue
Trap speaks German, French and Spanish
In a lovely Kerry brogue!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The resurrection of the emerald greens
To the hallowed winning road
With Trap in charge, the Irish team
And it’s fantastic following will be welcomed,

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Wherever they may go!



A great national appointment, for one of the best sets of travelling supporters throughout the football world.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/heres-to-yer-man/