Not our game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 This is where we lose the league,
not against a top four side,
but in St Andrews,
where a relegation battle resides.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 This is where we lost Eduardo,
to an injury that could threaten his career.
this is where we could have made it 3,
but where no where near.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 This is where the art of defending died,
Clichy stood still and stared into space,
then tried something too late,
knocked some Birmingham forward flat on their face.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Gallas’ one man protest was too stupid,
too little and too late,
they took their damned penalty –
goal on a plate.



ridiculous. absolutely ridiculous. we dominated posession, created countless chances but of course nobody wanted to just take a shot. and clichy’s bit of stupidity in the closing minutes was simply appalling.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/not-our-game/