Red Mist Red Card

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m risking life and limb in words
against the mighty Reds
as we reflect and wallow on
how we left them in shreds

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 with Anfield feelings running high
the drubbing is forgot
the rule of no raised hands at all
is defintely not

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 it matter’s little how you fall
but what doth catch the eye
and in this case twas Reina’s glove
that felt the urge to fly

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 when hand be raised regardless of
theatrics they create
when goalies’ tackles fly in fast
and dangerously late

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 what choice the ref
when hand to throat
is shown a million times
if Robins fall so easily
you heed the warning signs

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 alas poor Reina must have known
and must now understand
it doesn’t matter who it is
you cannot raise a hand


i don’t wish to stir it all up any further..but this all seems a bit one -sided from where i sit..and comes across as sour grapes..to be honest…
..ok..i totally hate diving..and Arjen made a meal of it ..but it was getting pretty wild out there..first and foremost though… if you
fly in – scything someone down …two feet first.. and then on top of that you then raise a hand and push someone in the face… it’s end of.. you’re off..and that tackle on Eidur was nothing to be proud of mate either…btw if you think that red card was crazy..Robben got sent off for celebratring at Sunderland two weeks back!.

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