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Red Card Trilogy : 4 : Olé Ole

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Ok, ok,
So maths is not my strong point
And hopefully this is the last game I miss this season
For me, being without football is like treason

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And yes, I attended skool
But in body only
For in my mind
I was the Georgie Best of Madeira

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I’d gaze out of the window, past the orange groves
To the dusty pitches where I’d peel away from markers
Give them the pip, for every time I’d zip
Past them and score

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And ever since, all I’ve wanted to do is play –
I can count well enough
To recognise all the zeros in my pay packet
But money will never be my strait-jacket

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Injury and suspension are my enemies
My opponents are mere bollards
For fame is my spur
And all I really want, really really want, is to hear the fans purr!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ~ # ~

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Today, we say goodbye to Olé Gunnar Solskjaer
Giving him a rousing and deserving
Send-off
(More deserving than mine anyway – yes, I’m still bitter)

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And acknowledge the temporary return
Of a past master, Roy Keane
A man whose block was more consummate
than a writer’s lost muse
A man whose shots, were more potent
than a doctor’s jabs
A man whose devotion to his master
is mirrored by Triggs
And a man who right now,
could really use Ryan Giggs!

Notes

Man Utd 1 – 0 Sunderland

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/red-card-trilogy-4-ole-ole/