Sh … You Know Who

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A breath of fresh air, or so it was thought
The self-appointed Special One was here
That season, the league title was bought
Long wait over and pensioners could cheer

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 With Russian roubles and arrogant swagger
He courted Gerrard, Rio and Ashley Cole
Clandestine meetings, so cloak and dagger
In terms of endearment, a massive own goal

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Silly gestures might have started a riot
On his trophy winning Millenium trip
Telling the paying customers to be quiet
With a finger pressed hard against his lip

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But he who laughs last, laughs longest
And all those he silenced eventually roared
Dispatched were the billionaire’s strongest
With a refusal to accept that Garcia scored

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We all know it’s so hard to be humble
When your umbrella’s up before the rain
But please, cut out the bluster and bumble
From siege mentality mind games, refrain

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Some humility for an Empire built on sand
Or calls to bow to your greatness, spurned
Respect is something you cannot demand
No way, José … it must always be earned



Just think Chelsea fans … if Abrahmovich had gone to Tottenham, they’d be Champions now.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sh-you-know-who/