Jan the Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There goes another fly past from
Swindon’s Jan the Man;
he’s found the oppo’s net again
and is salutin’ every fan.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Yet when he first joined Town
for a cool half million quid
he couldn’t hit a barn door
and we were close to getting rid.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I remember well his first goal
in the cup at Portman Road:
a strike into the top corner
and then the goals just flowed.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Once he’d notched he couldn’t stop,
scoring goals galore:
a brace against the Spurs at home,
the equaliser v Manure.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Despite his goals the Town went down
from Premiership to Div. One,
yet the Viking Fjortoft
scored more and more for fun.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A goal against Port Vale
when Fjortoft volleyed home
and a belter versus Brighton
made the Seagulls groan.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A cup goal against Millwall
was said to be a fluke,
but Jan curled in a beauty
to make the Lions puke.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 His last goal in Town colours
a low drive v West Brom;
no sentiment from Town’s board –
suddenly he’s gone.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 No Fjortoft now, ten years on,
no Shearer, Chalkie White,
just memories of Jan the Man;
he was dynamite.



I needed cheering up after a crushing defeat by Gillingham so recalled a Swindon striker from over ten years ago. What a player!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/jan-the-man/