Shelbourne 2 Derry City 2

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The wagons have been circled,
And the horses tethered down,
The Derry men peer out at leaden skies.
With every man a rifle,
And on every man a frown,
And somewhere off a lone coyote cries.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 General Kenny calls out
That his marksmen should not shoot
Until they see the colours of their eyes.
A grizzled camp supporter
Strikes a match against his boot,
And everyone starts firing in surprise.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The noise is cataclysmic
As the rapid shots ring out.
In their midst, a piebald pony shies.
Huddled in a circle,
They are fearful of a rout,
For many are predicting their demise.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Imaginary arrows
Come a-sailing through the smoke,
Up above a big moon starts to rise.
General Kenny is indignant
And can’t comprehend the joke,
His face still resolutely on the prize.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Imaginary injuns
Give imaginary yells.
O’er the pall, a single condor flies.
Kenny’s taking potshots now
As mounting pressure tells –
Oh is he General Custer in disguise?



As the pressure mounts on Derry, and a couple of decisions go against them, manager Stephen Kenny – arguably the best in the League – is now playing the “everyone’s against us” card so favoured by Pat Dolan and Damien Richardson

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shelbourne-2-derry-city-2/