Ode to an Unsung Hero

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 His name is Claude Makélélé,
And to no one will I yield
In my admiration of the colossus
At the heart of the Chelsea midfield.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The oldest player on the team
His experience was immense
With his endless running and tackling,
He was the first line of defence.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He may be small in stature,
But for his heart we all can vouch;
He never knew when he was beaten
And he could out- jump Peter Crouch!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 His work as defensive midfielder
Meant he rarely scored a goal.
But the pundits recognised his worth;
They called it the Makélélé role.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He only scored two goals for us;
And the first was rather tame.
But the second was a scorcher
Against our chums at White Hart Lane.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He wasn’t valued at Real Madrid
He was paid a fraction of his peers.
But when they sold him off to Chelsea
They won nothing for the following three years.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Mourinho based the team around him
And his talent he did revere.
When we won the league in 2005,
He named him Chelsea Player of the Year.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Now, sadly, he has left us
He will be impossible to replace.
We shall miss his skill and workrate,
And his happy, smiling face.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 We’ve been promised exciting signings,
Like Robinho, and even Kaka.
But they’ll never replace the one I love;
I shall really miss you, Maka.



great tribute Eds.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ode-to-an-unsung-hero/