Still arrogant after all these months

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And so the Drogs are now top dogs,
The also-rans no longer.
They started strong and ploughed along
And finished even stronger.
With games to spare, ‘twas clear that there
Was no team that could match them.
Our hard-won crown has been passed down,
Now nobody can catch them.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I reminisce, and greatly miss
Those battles for the title;
When leads were lost at dreadful cost
And every goal was vital;
When Pats or Bohs began to close
And nerves began to jangle;
When glory turned with chances spurned
And fans went through the mangle.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When Derry pressed and kissed the crest;
When Turners Cross was heaving;
When tension mounted, first goal counted,
On cloud nine or grieving;
Calculations, permutations,
Fingernails well bitten;
And all the talk was us and Cork –
Who cared ‘bout teams from Britain?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In this year’s race, Drogs set the pace
And won it at a canter.
Fair play! Well done! But where’s the fun,
The edgy, worried banter?
No see-saw rides to push the sides
Towards the edge of reason,
Drogs’ stroll dispels the view the Shels
Weren’t sorely missed this season.



Drogheda won their first league title very very easily. It might be fanciful and bordering on the arrogant, but I wonder if anyone else feels the lacklustre title race may have been due to Shels demise?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/still-arrogant-after-all-these-months/