Redmen on tour
Torres is coming
Hoping he’ll score.
Fans lick their pencils
Cech is crossed out
Box to box man
Drogba lies passive
Ignored by the fans.
On the hour deadlock is broken
Nico ghosts in to the box
Pepe springs up in a tantrum
A frustrated jack in the box.
Yossi appears and we’re worried,
Why was he left on the bench?
It’s clear from the way that he scurries
Cross turf, this boy is one fleet footed mensh*.
On ninety we’re two up
Malouda has scored
The stadium lights rock
Blue mayhem ensures.
Yossi rolls one past an upright
Gerrard inspires a fine save
Ballack is first to realize our plight
To force any danger away.
The end comes and Madness are playing
On the tannoy as fans troop away
In Carluccio’s after sore throats needed bathing
From the excessive singing of praise!
Reviving the moment (as you do when you’ve won)
We rush home to TV’s to see if we’re on
Reliving the joy and sheer anguish
With the passionate songs we had sung
Our day marred by the theatrical antics
Of your man who caused time added on!