I’m Off To The City Of Angels!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s adios to Madrid from me, her indoors and the kids
The land of the free’s where I’m bound
I’m fed up with keeping the bench warm
At all those obscure Spanish grounds

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s adios to Capello, that Italian fellow
Who just wouldn’t give me a game
Does’nt he read that Hola magazine?
I’m the most famous name here in Spain

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Adios Bernabeau and Espana
You’ve given me the time of my life
But I have to depart with a Real heavy heart
To resurrect the career of my wife?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 From now on it’s Los Angelinos
As I come to the end of the road
I’m a grand hombre with the latino’s
Who are fans of mine, so I am told

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 ‘He’s just chasing dollars”
All the Man Yoo fans holler
“Just like he chased euro’s in Spain”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 If you had a chance to live it up large in L.A
Would you, could you, hand on heart, turn it down
For a wet Wednesday night stuck up north in the rain?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Good luck to David Beckham and family
A nice way to end a career
Sun, sea, soccer and dollars galore
Er…. just don’t send any of yer wife’s new records back here!


Will he succeed where Pele et al failed?

Who knows, but a pretty geniune bloke like Beckham might just be able to turn the masses of Los Angeles on to the beautiful game big time.

David mate, just don’t let her indoors sing the star spangled banner at the start of the match, or it could all go pear shaped! P.D.Q

Do they have Pukka pies and Bovril at half time in the States? Always wondered about that, me.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/im-off-to-the-city-of-angels/