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Sorry. Not My Cup Of Tea.

kevin raymond

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Deep in your heart did you want the Italians?
To rain down on the Spanish parade
Want Andrea Pirlo (who reminds of Brady at Samp)
To flush Spain’s pass and yawn down the drain?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I did, I have to be honest
Spain looked repetitive and boring to me
I longed for a Chelsea like performance
From a dogged but tired Italy.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 See I’ve seen how The Arsenal and Barca
Pass till it sends me to sleep
As a punter I don’t desire fine wine but lager*
When I’m laying out dough to watch teams.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Passes made are not what I’m after
Or possession, that time in control
I want uncertainty to sit me on the edge of disaster
Incite desire in head, heart, and soul.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I’m sure for the purist it’s awesome
Watching this staid Spanish team
But most purists let’s face it see boring
As the zenith one’s aiming to reach.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Spain reminded me of synchronised swimmers
Awful serious with a clock in their heads
So to compare them to the marauding gung ho Brazilians
Is akin to comparing a dull Gary Lineker
To the infinite passion that’s Jeff!

© Kev 2012

Notes

A quite wonderful football tournament, except for the tv camera’s being more interested in Z list celebs in the crowd, instead of staying with the live action on the pitch.

What were those extra officials doing there standing on the goal line, and did they award even one pen or have a say in any decisions?

Italy to man must be awarded a prize for the most passionate singing of a country’s national anthem. Awesome

Both The Dutch and French teams ought to be ashamed of themselves once again, and owe their respective travelling fans a grovelling public apology at the very least.

Go well and be lucky.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sorry-not-my-cup-of-tea/