My Heart Goes Out To Nemanja Vidic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Why does it always rain on me
Cos I can’t stand the rain
Come get me Barca, Real Madrid
Jet me off to sunny Spain.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The natives of Manchester work too hard
All that rising with the lark
They’ve no enjoyment, for fear of their cards
Out grafting till it’s dark.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s nothing going on there
All that rushing to and fro
S’what happens out there in the real world
Mr Vidic, a world you’ll fortunately, never need to know.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Don’t like our climate? Then off you go
On yer bike to sunny Spain
Was the climate much better in sunny Moscow
Or Red Star Belgrade?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As another whinging Johnny Foreigner
Whines on about his terrible luck
There’s plenty out there would have that job
Playing for Man United of a Saturday,
And for half the wages, chuck!



Oh shut up Vidic, for God’s sake!

I’d love to have heard what the highly respected red nosed Govan knight thought about this blokes pretty choice comments, whilst half the country’s struggling to get by.

He (Vidic) is doing well over here, well over paid, well underworked and still blimming well moaning. some people are never, as the saying goes, ever going to be satisfied.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-heart-goes-out-to-nemanja-vidic/