Football Poets

SCOLARI 3 – ERIKSSON 0

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Well, that’s it then, for four more years,
We’ve been let down: reduced to tears,
Now we must see some big heads rolling,
Whilst, for Sven, the bell is tolling.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They’re coming home; they’re coming home,
The England lads are coming home,
St. George’s flags all hanging limply,
Not good enough, to put it simply.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Some loyal fans believed the hype,
Which, in the end, was seen as tripe,
Exciting football? That it ain’t,
Reminds me just of drying paint.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 For fans supporting ING-ER-LAND,
Much better things they must demand,
We failed to meet our true potential,
Now speedy action’s most essential.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Under-performance by the team,
Abruptly ends our lovely dream,
The high hopes of the fans left shattered,
Millions of dreams lie torn and tattered,

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As soon as Rooney lost his cool,
Our chance became, well, miniscule,
We’d not be crowned ‘Kings of the Castle,’
Can’t even blame his metatarsal.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Ronaldo may have been a factor,
And Carvalho, too, ’s a brilliant actor,
But for Rooney there is no excuse,
He must now stew in his very own juice.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 First Beckham’s gone, then Wayne’s red mist,
Could this prove to be the catalyst?
We did see grit and determination,
But it ended in humiliation.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 When it came down to the penalty kicks,
I felt that we’d be knocked for six,
Then we saw great skill and real bravado,
From the Portuguese ‘keeper, Ricardo.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Our best squad in decades, we’d been told,
But we must improve a hundredfold,
They failed to keep our hopes alive,
Now some must see P45.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 There’ll be lots of tears in Baden-Baden,
In ‘POSH’ shops: clubs: the beer garden,
As the sale of Champagne finally flags,
On the departure of the so-called WAGs. **

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 In general I would like to see,
Much greater use of technology,
But just for the doubtful, BIG decision,
Which we clearly see on television.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The referees’ case I’m not extolling,
For some of them were quite apPOLLing,
But players, too, must take much blame,
Before they ruin this lovely game.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 We must really end this dire charade,
Players waving the imaginary card,
Sometimes for yellow and often red,
We should kill it off, right now: stone dead!

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 It doesn’t seem an English failing,
But certainly needs, I’d say, curtailing,
Though some may smile and others bellow,
The guilty players should get a yellow.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 No player should then escape scot-free,
Should he seek to sway the referee,
To pat him on the back: applaud,
Or thank him for a ‘right’ award.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 It could be stopped in the highest quarters,
And would be welcomed by real supporters,
It’s just another form of cheating,
And must be soon made self-defeating.

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 But now’s the time we can reflect,
What did you truthfully expect?
It’ll all be back in twenty-ten,
I doubt I’ll be around by then.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 ———-

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 ** One or two people may still now be aware that WAGs is the term given to the ‘Wives & Girlfriends’ of players.

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 ———-

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 George Kirby

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 (02-07-2006)