Premiership Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bets, booze and birds – there’s always a vice
To tempt you away from the straight line.
A few quid here, the odd drink there – it’s
Just a bit of harmless fun. A private matter
Between you and your wallet, you and your
Credit card, you and your bank manager.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s really hard – with so much spare to spend,
Finding a way to get your kicks off the pitch.
You need a buzz; when you can afford it all,
How can life be fun ? – Except to gamble away
More than a fan gets each year in a few minutes
Of pleasure. It’s the secret thrill – to lose till it hurts.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And you’ve got to keep up with the other lads,
Have n’t you ? A babe at your side, a drink in
Your hand – who can blow the most, the fastest ?
A trip to Las Vegas would be ideal, just a little
Jaunt to where they don’t know us – easier to
Go daft with the Dollars, in the land of greed.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then it’s back to the game – the cheers, the
Glory of a goal – still, the home fans love you.
If you’re paid so much, it’s not your fault –
So why do people give you so much stick ?
Is it resentment, jealousy, envy – or is it maybe
That they’ve had their fill of Premiership Man.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/premiership-man/