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Red Robbo

mark merriman

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Poem to mark the passing
of a Welsh enigma.
Pace to burn, a clever trick
and an eye for goal
marked the three year
stint of Christian Roberts
at the County Ground.
Hands on hips, moodily
chewing the gum that
never seemed to leave his mouth,
Robbo had it all.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Trailing two nil and down
and out against Wednesday,
Christian decides to light
up the match.
Jet-heeled, he passes
his marker again and again,
twisting and tormenting;
from one cross Fallon
powers header past the
keeper for the winner.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Last year the former Cardiff
boy tormented Swans fans
at the Liberty Stadium,
celebrating his goal by
doing the Ayatollah,
loving every minute of the
abuse, the catcalls,
the howls of derision.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A knee injury has put paid
to his career at only 28.
Now he must move on.
Maybe a career in the
media awaits, “y’know.”
Altogether now:
“Oh Christian Roberts,
he used to play for City,
but he’s alright now.”

© mark merriman sept 2004

Notes

I’m back! Christian Roberts, Swindon’s recovering alcoholic, has announced his premature retirement from the game. We wish him well.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/red-robbo/