It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When that spot kick hit as their man sloped off
Our day seemed a perfect one
Then our Ivorian ace threw one almighty strop
With the business deemed as done.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A Golden Boot is immaterial
Who cares? As us punters say
Is one man bigger than our entire team?
Were we watching a one-man game?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our group helped us reach the pinnacle
Our squad saw we came out top
As Shankly said “Football’s pretty simple”
Back when egos were swiftly chopped.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Us winning that game were vital
Our season rode on one match
Had Lamps missed, would the Premier title
Once again have slipped through our hands?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When Frankie scored, us home fans roared
A deuce up and on our way
Our day was marred by a sulking forward
Eyes fixed toward one-man fame.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I felt sure he’d be subbed at half-time
A “For Sale” sign put round his neck
Then out he came like a ray of sunshine
To put three in the Wigan net.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We finished up as worthy champions
With an eight goal to nil home win
And as for sulk what tried to dampen our enthusiasms
Has time come to bid fond farewell to him?



Didier Drogba you ought to be ashamed of yourself …son!

The beautiful game of football’s about the: whole team, taking part, us fans, passion etc, etc not one egotistical player refusing to play ball because he was overlooked when a penalty was awarded.

Anyway that aside cheers to the rest of the team and to Carlo Ancelotti for winning us yet another Premeirsip title.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to/