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Sat Midst The Chewing Gum Wrappers.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m sat midst the chewing gum wrappers
Jock straps and sweat sodden kit
Our forward line stands kinda dapper
Freshly showered, hair gelled, near the exit.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Liniment wafts on the air near my nose
As I’m crouched with my head in me hands
No-one comes near me or wants to get close
And still the fans chant from the stands.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our centre half looks kinda sheepish
Truth is that last err was his fault
Though it matters now not, the fact is we lost
Which can’t be righted by buck passing talk.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A pass back he made without checking
Which cost us the win and three points
Left me face down in mud rubber necking
As our network was stretched out of joint.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A look back over my shoulder with daggers
Was greeted with but a mere shrug
Whilst a look to the bench saw our manager
Near ballistic mad, doing his nut.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Pointing his digit at me and the centre back
He dragged a slow hand cross his throat
Signalling someone is going to be getting the sack
With number one being favoured by most.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So I’m sat midst the chewing gum wrappers.
Jock straps and sweat sodden kit
And as my day disappears down the crapper
I think to myself…was Lev Yashin dropped in it like this?

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Notes

This poem is a kind of a tribute to how two thankless goalies must be feeling after the game at Stamford Bridge at the week-end, David Luiz dropped (sic) Petr Cech right innit didn’t he with that kamikaze dummy to JT’s back pass, and as for the diabolical liberty taken by Samuel Eto, what was that all about?

Carefree…..braised in Celery.

Go well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.


Editor’s note:
for future reference, Samuel Eto’o fashioned the equaliser for Chelsea (0-1 down at home to Cardiff), by shadowing David Marshall and then nicking the ball away as Marshall bounced it out of his hands.

We saw very similar with Gary Crsoby for Nottingham Forest many years ago, but apparently the rules include the bouncing of the ball as ‘in control’ of the ball, so the goal should not have stood.

Clik

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sat-midst-the-chewing-gum-wrappers/