Football Poets

Singing In The Rain.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As floodlights o’er the pitch
Turned drizzling rain to glistening tips
I rubbed me hands expectantly excited
Me bruv had laid us to get beat,
The turncoat, little faith showed he
As fings were not to end up to his liking.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A fraught few minutes in
I thought, it’s here we go again
As our back line faltered we were one nil down
Indeed if Maradona’s son–in-law
Has killed us off with further scores
I doubt somehow that we’d have turned it round.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It’s true they had us on the ropes
But couldn’t land the killer blow
From where I sat I thought they took the Michael.
Mike Myers out there on the wing*
Was pulling all the City strings
While we grew strong, to shrug off our debacle.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When our Mohican stuck one in
I felt we might just pinch a win
Though City still continued to attack
Then with the tackles flying in
An ex Gooner lost his discipline
Before heading off to take an early bath.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It seemed they had the extra man
From where I sat up in the stands
When they looked with certainty toward the draw
Sending on two merchants of defence
Till Clattenberg gave us a pen
That I didn’t see, so I couldn’t say what for?

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Frankie scored and how we roared
He kissed the badge to our applause
The rain from earlier on still tipping down
Whilst City threw another striker,
To test our strength and muscles tired,
In hope that he might help to turn it round.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Fraught last minutes seemed an age
Where we really should not get engaged
In trying to hold on to ball for long
Our defensive game ain’t quite that hot
Plus the way we’re playing leaves a lot
Of room for error where it all could go Pete Tong.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When Clattenberg declared enough
We danced our Madness strutting stuff*
As the floodlights twinkled in the darkened sky
The moon was up as was our mood
Our fortunes changed from bad to good
And me bruvvers betting slips aint worth a light.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Post match the rain still tumbling down
As we made our way out from the ground
I remembered nights like these from long ago
Where plastic seats were somewhat chic
Adorning svelte Kings Road boutiques
When we’d stand and watch the match come rain or snow!

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