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state of the pitch

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 we’re so happy, we could screech
while the properties of grass, luridly leach
pure poetry, we perpetually preach
and footballing lesson’s, we continue to teach
keep aiming for Europe, we repectfully beseech
it’s certainly not beyond our ken, nor out of reach
we have gamblers not so anonymous, Gudjohnsen on bleach
down the Kings Road, we have a fortress, that no one can breach
we’re also in need of photosynthesis, to act like a leech
yes, we’re working on it, so spare us the speech
for Stamford Bridge, tho’ presently pared like a peach
acts like a canvas, as we samba on the beach!

Notes

Based on the state of the pitch at Stamford Bridge,
for the Premiership match at home to Charlton, who we beat 4-1,
on Saturday 11.1.2003

The pitch had been a gluepot over Christmas, was heavily sanded and rolled for this match,
and dug up immediately afterwards, to be relaid with specially grown turf.

The pitch is due for a major overhaul in the summer months, with a new surface, new drainage and new underground heating system being installed.

Despite the pitch looking totally bare (not a blade of grass to be seen), the pitch played true and accomodated the good football we’re capable of at the moment.

Although Charlton were very unhappy, and have lodged an informal complaint with the Premiership authorities.

Reference also, to Eidur Gudjohnsen going public about his gambling habit, that took hold at the start of the season, while he was out injured and his family had returned to Iceland.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/state-of-the-pitch/