Kim Moon-hwan, Turns It…On.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On the wrong end of a bruising
Before a heated half-time schmoozing
Warned the chaps to tighten up their belts
The touch-line Samba-esque celebrations,
Ramming home South Korea’s humiliation
Had me screaming at the plasma…”They need help”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Having one’s derriere well and truly kicked
On a green stained (as it turns out) pitch
Can happen as every player/punter/pundit knows?
But it’s, “The Strictly”, auditions at pitch-side
Ridiculing an opposition clearly on the slide
As we say where I’m from…”What right gets up my nose”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It could have/should have been six by half-time
If a couple of selfish poseurs leading a front-line
Passed or simply stuck the spherical in the net
But…nah, they had to showboat by the goal,
Pretending to be out on a Sunday stroll
Intent on, “Ere, look at me, ain’t I a clever get?”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I jumped up, screamed and shouted out aloud
As South Korea repaid their loyal fans stood in the crowd
With a cracking strike, fit to win a close fought game
But my everlasting memory of the match…
Kim Moon-hwan, remember him…number fifteen on his back,
Nutmegging Nae-ma…that is surely destined for a frame?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Peace.



Brazil 4 South Korea 1. Not a fan of Harlem Globetrotter type football celebrations, wasting valuable time… that could be better spent watching the match. Those on the touch-line ridiculing an under the cosh opposition doesn’t sit well with me either… unless of course it’s the likes of Brazilian/Scottish soccer supremo…Nae-ma getting nutmegged, out on the wing, by a fella playing for a team four nought down…now that is real classy!


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/kim-moon-hwan-turns-it-on/