Shels v Sligo Preview

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I hate all these foregone conclusions,
These fixtures that aren’t worth a bet.
I’m alone in not suffering delusions,
These damned football games make me sweat.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Shels are the Premier League leaders,
While Sligo are stuck in the first.
They think we are arrogant bleeders,
But I fear that our bubble might burst.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 On Sunday, we went down to Sligo,
And came crawling back home with a draw,
This evening, I know that when I go
To Tolka I’ll hope for much more.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But deep in my psyche, I’m quaking,
We’re really not playing that well,
My hands are metaphorically shaking,
Afraid we might end up in Hell.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For nothing in football is certain,
And upsets are part of the game,
And if this is our faced, final curtain,
We won’t hang our heads with the shame.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But we’ll have to endure all the slagging,
The harsh, raucous laughter and jeering,
The permanent boasting and bragging,
And the loud, unblockoutable cheering.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shels-v-sligo-preview/