Substitute For Another Week.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Lets hear it for the fellows on the fringe
Who rarely start a game
Unlike the stars they never whinge
And no one sings their names.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In track suit tops, they sit arms crossed
On edge behind the gaffer
Praying that he’ll raise their stock
With a “Right son lets be having yer”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Never gives an interview
Or pens a column in the press
Rarely seen on Soccer AM
Or heard on Desert Island Discs.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The next time your mob score a goal
Look quick towards the dug-out
To watch these fellows lose control
Cos after all, without any shadow of a doubt
It’s all part of what being, a member of the teams about.



In the Chelsea versus Villa thriller at The Bridge last Sunday, Juliano Belletti came on as a sub in the second half, all of a sudden this mob of fans near me, kept singing his name non stop.

A rare thing indeed when the home team punters give it up large for a squad member, a bemused Belletti must have wondered what was going on? As they kept singing “Juliano Belletti Shoot!”. Repeatedly for what seemed ages!

So lets hear for the fringe players
Those turn up with out a whinge players!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/substitute-for-another-week/