Let The Boys, Who Got Us There, Play!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On a man made beach in Dubai
Lies a rich recovering star
A private plane has jetted him in
For mid season r and r.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the boys were digging in for points
And cup qualifying games
A private masseur soothed the injured joints
Of the star flown in by plane.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now the boys have reached a final
Our fit again “names” demand a game
But the gaffer has his own designs
On who’s playing at Wemberly, come cup final day.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “I wanna meeting with the manager,
I ain’t sitting this out the bench
Is it hot air, this rabid anger
Along with empty idle threats?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Look lads I’m really pleased yer fit
And ready for, end of season’s fray
But them boys in our squad who’ve put it in
Really deserve their chance to play.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So a round of applause to our manager
For his rigid and admirable stance
No one should be be able to meander
Back in to our team, just because of who they are!



Bad vibes down at The Bridge. Or so we’re led to believe. With JT and Frankie Lamps a little peeved to not know if they’re going to be playing against Spurs at Wemberly this Sunday. So! What about the boys, in the squad, who got us there, shouldn’t they have their chance to play on the big day?

Avram (The undertaker) Grant’s to be admired. For sticking with the boys who played, for us, during the African cup of Nations absense’s and the injury angst we’ve had this season.

Maybe a few stars are gonna get shot down, in flames, at long last, and we get back to what’s best for the team being more important than a pampered ego?



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/let-the-boys-who-got-us-there-play/