If……
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
If you feel the worlds against you
As you struggle through the game
Take a deep breath, try and be sensible
It’s nowt but a passing (sic) phase!&%!
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
If assistant hoists his flag high
Though the offside trap was sprung
Then officialdom ignore your pleas of why?
When the full time whistle comes.
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
If your keeper and defender
Ain’t speaking the same tongue
As the under-dogs at Wemberly
Nick the spoils and win two-one.
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
If the injured list is getting long
As the yellow cards are raised
And away fans sing their tawdry songs
Even though their teams outplayed.
¶ 5
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
If the beautiful passing game you play
Isn’t finishing (sic) up in goals
Take it on the chin, it’s just not your day
As per draw against the O’s
¶ 6
Leave a comment on verse 6 0
If the stout have turned and faced away
When the free kicks rain on in
Even though your centre forward swears he’s great
He’s forgot the art of scoring.
¶ 7
Leave a comment on verse 7 0
If your captain speaks of lucrative moves
Through The London Evening News
As his agent looks for pastures new
To San Siro or Camp Nou.
¶ 8
Leave a comment on verse 8 0
If in the space of a fortnight
You’ve been humbled in two Cups
Turn the other cheek, next up it’s Man United
And there’s still time to catch them up.
¶ 9
Leave a comment on verse 9 0
If the peak is there within your reach
As the team above drop points
You’ll stick with the style of play you preach
Like the Emirate punters want.
¶ 10
Leave a comment on verse 10 0
If Cesc don’t do the business
And Arshavin’s having a ‘mare’
Look skyward as Gods your witness
Better that, than to stand and swear.
¶ 11
Leave a comment on verse 11 0
If the fourth official looks away
As you plead your case in vain
Kick the magic sponge, get Pat Rice to play
He’d be grateful of one more game.
¶ 12
Leave a comment on verse 12 0
If your season should take the turn toward winning
And them Manc’s are overcome
Be sure to savour every minute, wallowing in ’em.
As worthy champs….. Mr Wenger son!
¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Kev 2011
22
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4
0 Comments on verse 5
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 5
0 Comments on verse 6
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 6
0 Comments on verse 7
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 7
0 Comments on verse 8
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 8
0 Comments on verse 9
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 9
0 Comments on verse 10
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 10
0 Comments on verse 11
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 11
0 Comments on verse 12
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 12
0 Comments on verse 13
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 13