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He’s ILL (Ozil) and So Can’t Be Serious!

kevin raymond

Wednesday, March 18th, 2015

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When the ref blew for the interval
T’was “One nil to The Arse”
(On aggregate (3-2)
Monaco didn’t look or seem invincible
As the teams trooped off the grass
On their way to take a brew.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 After over forty five minutes
Of hearing them Gooners
From the stands
I enviously sensed they’d still be in it
Come the fin
and thus reward their travelling fans.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now a contest is a contest
In which we loathe
Our closest mates
Though at the death
After giving of our best
We’re all mates again and shake.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 For the whole of ninety minutes
I’ve even heard of families rifts
In West London
Where we’ve the conundrum
Between a partisan dad, a rake of kids and mum
With ties to The Cottage or The Bridge.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So my point is one of loyalty
From fans, players to the team
Love or loathe them
We for the most part try to do it joyfully
After all
We hold them high in our esteem.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 In me days
I’ve hard some dire remarks
From the terraces and the seats
“Undred pound a week?
He’s having a bleedin laugh”
Blighters blessed with two left feet”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So can you imagine
Being stood on Anfield’s Kop
Or at The Den down Cold Blow Lane
Hearing the dogs abuse this action got
Watching Ozil (after this lot I prefer he’s ill)
Exchange shirts with his opponent
Before casually sloping off
During feign-lights (half-time) in the game?*

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 *In London when I was growing up this meant a break in the action or to stop.

© Kev 2015

Notes

I’ve heard about this happening somewhere, but it’s the first time I’ve witnessed it.

Sat up in the stands with Lou Reed (a.k.a Bono) I wonder what the travelling Gooners – who after all had paid a principalities ransom to get to the game – thought about a bloke who didn’t seem to me (at least) to be that bothered about our beloved games etiquette or indeed it’s passion?

Carefree…. I’m right behind City!

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/hes-ill-ozil-and-so-cant-be-serious/?shared=email&msg=fail