Seven
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
It was April nineteen eighty nine
We were young and everything was fine
Glass of champers, fit to toast
But Daveys shot came off the post
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
The next week came, contest resumed
From the start our quest was doomed
Felix scored, it all went wrong
At least he didn’t sing a song
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
More misery came in ninety two
Dave Tilson bid our dreams adieu
Landsdowne Road our private hell
Got soaking wet that day as well
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
Exactly 6 years on from then
Another bid for glory, when
Davey led our merry men
A 0-0 draw, we’ll go again
¶ 5
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
6 days later and we hardcore
Our 5th cup final and yet to score
15 minutes from full time
Big Derek put us on cloud nine
¶ 6
Leave a comment on verse 6 0
7 more years would pass until
Another final we’d fulfill
Going for a worthy double
Drogheda came and burst our bubble
¶ 7
Leave a comment on verse 7 0
So now we’re onto number seven
Blood and guts, one to eleven
Longford Town, we’ll climb that mountain
Please God we’ll end up in the fountain
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4
0 Comments on verse 5
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 5
0 Comments on verse 6
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 6
0 Comments on verse 7
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 7