Rovers on Good Friday

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Rovers on Good Friday, sure,
And all the pubs were shut,
So everybody had a little whine.
Rovers say they’re not small beer,
Their future’s rosé, but
The red and white still laid it on the line.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Rovers fans seemed jealous
When they claimed that Glenn was stout,
But bitterly they watched him show his mettle.
‘Twas no champagne performance,
Quite a rum old game no doubt,
Our forwards never let McGuinness settle.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Ports exposed some defects
But we nipped them in the Bud,
And scotched the rumours we were merely talk.
Byrne’s goal was the de-cider,
It was really very good,
And on Monday we all hope to pop the Cork.



Shamrock Rovers 0 Shels 2

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rovers-on-good-friday/