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Song For Craig Bellamy

THE CELTIC HUDDLE

Tuesday, February 1st, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 By a lonely training ground wall,
I heard a Scotsman call:
“Bellers they are taking you away”
For you’ve had your Tyneside fun
Now you’re off to face the hun.
Or your future will be decided on ebay

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Low lie the spirits of geordie passers by
As we now watch a Dutchman barely try
But you wouldn’t play on the wing
Just like that lad with all the bling
It’s much quieter round the training ground, they sigh
By a lonely boardroom wall,
I heard the chairman call
“Nothing matters about him but the fee.
“Against the manager and the town
You rebelled, we cut you down
“You can sling your hook to Birmingham City.”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 By a lonely Parkhead wall
Craig watched the last Buckfast fall
As the Old Firm game was beamed out live on Sky
For he lived to hope and pray
That were Souness to go away
He might just be asked back for one more try…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/song-for-craig-bellamy/