Roy Keane’s Sunderland

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 If man is made in the image of the maker
Then what of football clubs
Arsenal flatter then falter
Prone to flamboyent acts of petulance
And brilliance
United hard as nails boss the game
Youth and age combined
Liverpool the classical dame
Who still dreams of lost loves
But in a certain light
Can flatter to deceive
Chelsea brash all logo’d up
With a sleek look and a box of milk tray
Then there’s Sunderland
An old design back to basics
A traditional club
Running their best race
For their maker.



Must be boss to play for a manager as motivated and focused as Roy Keane.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/roy-keanes-sunderland/