Shelbourne 1 Derry City 0

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The game between Shelbourne and Derry,
As usual was fractious and tight.
And Shels hadn’t managed to bury
The long Derry hoodoo all night.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Indian sign, held by Kenny
Shone like a Dark Mark in the sky.
And answers? Poor Shels hadn’t any,
As minutes ticked steadily by.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Resigned to renewed disappointment,
We knew well it would not be our day.
And buckets of wintergreen ointment
Would not rub frustration away.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But then, in the ninetieth minute,
As the Fat Lady cleared out her throat,
On high came the voice of a linnet
And o’er sacred Tolka did float.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And Jason despatched the goal sweetly
And all our frustration was banished.
The Indian sign gulped discreetly,
Then turned, as by magic and vanished.



A nice monkey off our backs just before the mid-season break

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shelbourne-1-derry-city-0/