Poetic Justice?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 That wily old bird Van Der Saar
Thought us Londoners ignorant daft
To his time wasting ploys
As a cacophony of noise
Asked him: “Edwin are you having a laugh?”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When The Drog felt two feet on his chest
In an incident missed by the ref
Johnny Evans quickly got lost
As advised by his boss
While Edwin wound up our bloke on the deck.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Fate which evens out such affairs
Came back and bit a Dutch derriere
And when JT knocked one in
Past the ageing Edwin
He angrily stormed from his goal-line and glared.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Dear Edwin you’re five points adrift
In the race for The Premiership
So when next you waste time
Try and bare this in mind
Get a lead before trying such tricks!



In the first half, yesterday at Stamford Bridge during the Chelsea, Man Yoo match, every time the ball went out of play for a goal kick, Edwin Van Der Saar set off in the opposite direction down the Fulham Road looking for it.

Drogba went and got the ball from the crowd and put it on the spot a couple of times, where Edwin ever the diplomat moved it to the other side of the box, just to wind up The Drog, the crowd and waste even more time.

I was sat facing right where the Drogba (whose reputation for diving goes before him as was proved here) incident in the penalty box took place, Evans should have been dismissed without doubt, if the referee had seen it, but as he couldn’t see the incident, then he could hardly send him off, could he?

The same applies to the goal, if the ref didn’t see it, then how could he dis-allow John Terry’s goal? Manch United were clearly the better side and if Sir Alex had been willing to gamble with two up front from the outset, the game would have been over for us as a contest by the interval.

Wayne Rooney was real quality playing the lone striker role, which is a thankless task at the best of times and aided by a partner with an eye for goal (Michael Owen) would have won the points on another day.

What did Vidic find so funny about Drogba lying injured on the deck?

How Fletcher, who clearly lost his head at one point, escaped a yellow card for continous fouling is beyond me.

Ah well it just goes to prove that the best team don’t always win the big games, do they?



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