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I won’t take my coat off…I’m not stopping.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He travelled up from London
They say he brought his tent
It was only a fleeting visit
So why bother paying rent.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He soon fell out of favour
And knew he could not stay
He’d not even unpacked his suitcase
Before Keano walked away.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He became disillusioned with the weather
All he ever saw was rain
And soon tugging at his heart strings
His beloved White Hart Lane.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Well aware he had dropped a clanger
He was still picking up his dough
Scant consolation for feeling homesick
Like his mate Jermaine Defoe.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So ‘Arry’ contacted Sunderland
And rang the Pompey chimes
Prodigal son’s returning
In football’s crazy times.

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Notes

Perhaps the years are catching up with me but I am finding it increasingly difficult keeping up with just who plays for who these days. And somehow I don’t think Chimbonda will be remembered on Wearside quite like Charlie Hurley and Len Shackelton yet probably earned more money during his brief stay than those two legends ever did………..Stop the game I want to get off.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/i-wont-take-my-coat-off-im-not-stopping/