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Sack the Swede

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What on earth did we think we were doing?
No passion, pride, or commitment,
No game plan.
Totally tactically inept against a team
of journeymen.
Abiding images of a truly dreadful night:
MacLaren telling Rooney to smile
whilst the manager looked the other way.
But Wayne had lost the plot,
frustrated by his manager’s clueless
decision to play him on the left;
Owen ploughing a lone furrough up front –
sixteen million for that?
No target man to provide a focal point
for the attack;
We were better with Emile Heskey.
We’ve gone backwards under Sven.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And the Irish?
What lions!
They played like dervishes
with passion and belief;
Sticking to an astute manager’s game plan –
to frustrate and harry their opponents
in two banks of four
across the park,
limited, but so,so effective.
For players and fans alike
the best night ever,
an excuse to party the night away.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For England?
Utter humiliation.
Once there was a turnip,
but now we have a swede.
Time, now for pride, passion, belief;
time to sack the Swede.

Notes

The worst night for the national team in my memory. We will win nothing with the current manager. I was left to cringe in front of the television, appalled at the display and comparing it all the time with the fabulous performances and commitment of our cricketers.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sack-the-swede/