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Performance Related Supporting.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s been a right old dodgy season
Where we’re blowing hot and cold
There’s no logic, rhyme or reason
For our ineptitude near the goal.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You watch some joke go through the motions
A sardonic smirk tells you he’s missed
That so what then slouch and the shrug of his shoulders
Sending partisan fans near ballistic.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He’ll say through the papers “Give me a game,
Or come summertime I’m on me bike”
Blinking neck of the geezer, why should we play him,
He’s out on the lash every night?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Ain’t bothered by losing or winning
Don’t really care for results
Sat smug in the dug-out there grinning
As a man, thrice his age does his nut.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Like measles, his attitude spreads through the team
As the peripheral squaddie make waves
While we look for our leader to verbally cleanse
All negative thoughts come a match day.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’ll only perform in the second half
Post gaffer blowing his top
“So let us in for half price then?” “ What. Are you having a laugh?
Whatever next… gratis pies, lager and hot dogs?”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Performance related supporters
Would thrive in these oft austere times
Where a nil-nil draw under new FA orders
Meant our clubs had to pay US a fine.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Every home defeat? Pay US a pony*
Beaten away? Travel expenses returned
Top half? Then I’d willingly cough up without moaning
Bottom half? A piece of what first team had earned.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 If the players could pay for US punters
When the team isn’t doing so well
They’d soon get the message on why we get the hump
Whilst we pay for the privilege as well!

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Notes

Just a thought!

I watch some of the blokes who come in for the odd(sic) game at our club, and wonder as I look at the punters about me losing it big time with them (the bit part players that is) and their I don’t care attitude, what if you my son had to pay us punters every time you didn’t feel like putting a full shift in? Would that be interesting or what?

Peace.

Kev.

*A pony in Cockney slang is twenty five quid.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/performance-related-supporting/