Shelbourne 0 Steaua Bucharest 0

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The tension palpably increased,
When on the pitch the two teams ran,
Preparing for a football feast
‘Twixt Irish and Roumani-an.
These skilful players from the east,
Each sporting an outrageous tan,
Appeared to have been fed on yeast,
To judge by their prodigious span.
Soon Shels’ whole back line was fleeced,
But that proved just a flash in t’pan,
As from then, Steaua’s threat decreased,
As Shelbourne matched them man for man.
I prayed as hard as any priest,
Invoking Bible and Koran,
As their attackers were policed,
According to the Fenlon plan.
And thus, when all the play had ceased,
The score was sweet as marzipan,
Although we’ve now to face the beast
In Bucharest, so partisan.
Yes, many think our hopes deceased,
And feel that we’ve less chance now than
A guitar-wielding wildebeest
Of playing with Duran Duran.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But still I’m thankful that at least
I’m not a bleedin’ Longford fan.



Longford Town conceded four second half goals to crash out of the UEFA Cup against Carmarthen Town.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shelbourne-0-steaua-bucharest-0/