1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The ref gave Shels a penalty – the players were confounded.
They looked around and shrugged their shoulders, utterly dumbfounded.
As captain, Eoin Heary then went up and asked him what
He meant by whistling loudly and then pointing to the spot.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 By my calculations, it is sixteen months or more
Since Shelbourne won a penalty, whatever it was for.
‘Twas up above in O2 Park, where Geogo chipped it lamely
Straight into the keeper’s arms, pathetically and tamely.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 That penalty was so inept, there is a strong suspicion
That refs have since been loathe to give another such decision.
Even blatant handballs, they have given a free out,
All the time prolonging Shelbourne’s longest penno drought.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So when, on Friday evening, the ref’s whistle did resound,
No wonder all the Shelbourne players looked wonderingly around.
Half of them had never seen a penno in Shel’s favour,
But Jayo’s rocket was a real penalty to savour.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But now the spell is broken for Jay’s penalty erased
All the funny question marks that Geogo’s penno raised.
The opposition’s area no longer lies there, hexed –
I hope it won’t be sixteen months until we get the next.



Jason Byrne [Robbie Keane’s more famous cousin] scores a penalty for Shels, 16 months after the last one awarded [which Stephen Geoghegan tried to dink in a la di Canio]

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/penalty/