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Shut The Front Door!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Losing one nil
Down to nine men
Even us travelling mug punters
Know when it’s going to be one of them days
An think: how long will it take to get back to the coach,
and outta here?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So banished once more
Obviously facing another ban
Mourinho needs to keep his trap shut*
and I was going to say
Really start using his napper*
Though he obviously shouldn’t, and indeed won’t will he?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So prior to closing Jose:

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When facing The Holt
Down at nine and a goal
With the referee not keen on listening
Could it be an idea
To just disappear
With your shovel and cease with the digging?

3

Notes

It was one of them days we all get now and then.

Ah well at least Ireland won the Six Nations, and I was in a pub right beside The Thames in Barnes to witness it, with about six other Irish fans loudly shouting our heads off, in the midst of a load of English fans cheering on The Gauliose.

When that last French try went over, I wryly smiled, looking at the exit(as per me poem above), absolutely gutted. Then it was disallowed, the game was over, we’d won and I went radio rental!

Fair play to the English fans in the pub though, who very sportingly applauded both a blinding game and an Irish win there at the death.

So A Very Happy St Patricks Day to all fellow Irish fans and poets.

Carefree….. braised in Celery

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/shut-the-front-door/