Swedish Lament

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It must be hard, when your name is Sven,
And you’re racing around in the media glare.
Secretaries, shiekhs – just who can you trust ?
At least there’s Tord to keep you onside
When your thoughts stray elsewhere –
To a Villa in Birmingham, or Spain…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Like talking to royalty, what would you say
If your ticket was wrong, and you sat next to him.
Why doesn’t he watch any lower league games ?
Can he not find the way to Barnsley, or Crewe ?
But maybe he’ll smile, if we win the World Cup;
A knighthood, a pay rise, a best-selling book…


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/swedish-lament/