It Ain’t Me Dave, It Ain’t Me Your Looking For Dave

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Offering token resistance all over the pitch
With the Greeks much more hungry than them
While a highly paid transplant looking for something to kick*
Excelled in the consummate art that’s… complaining.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Appearing at times with an acre of space
And thus time to go forward at will
United were somewhat over-awed by the pace
& finesse of the Greek’s passing skill.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 During bits of the match that I witnessed
United looked sluggish and staid
Though I still thought they’d win by the finish
But predictions are obviously not my forte.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They were leaderless, lacklustre, lacking invention
I know these are words that can hurt
But in truth how many from last nights pretence
We’re worthy of wearing that illustrious red-shirt?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In Govan a Red Knight was livid
As he witnessed the game from his tower
Asked for a comment he was bleeped before stating “I’d give
P 45’s to at least ten of that shower”.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Then Moyes took the post-match and called it
Based on what he had honestly seen during play,
But when Carrick came on smiling like an eejit,
Unconcerned by it all, I’d a feeling “there’s one on his way!”



I sadly didn’t get to catch The Man from Mayfield’s (Roy Keane) rant/interview, as Clik mentions in his poem. But as a football fan sat watching Michael Carrick’s post match on the highlights last night, I was somewhat put-out as Carrick tried to stop himself from laughing on occasion. and smugly smiled whilst doing the interview as if it (the defeat) didn’t really matter. Tell that to the punters who travelled out to Greece, and a decent coach whose concerned for his job Michael son. They’re not smiling.

Carefree….braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/it-aint-me-dave-it-aint-me-your-looking-for-dave/