Talk Is Cheap!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 That pregnant pause came unexpected
As two so called pundits, start to squirm
When assistance came from botox man
Tense mood returned to a lighter norm.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ridicule the French manager
At the Austrian team throw scorn
While the whole complement of our home nations
Enjoy The Euro’s stuck at home.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As one Al makes a moot point
The other nods his balding head
Then smiles as if he’s over the moon
Or sick as a cockerel, like the French.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Smugly sat in the studio
Expressing naive points of view
If you’ve never had the gall, to walk the managers walk
Don’t make light of those that do!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 On that sofa no-one ever gets the sack
It’s a trouble free ordeal
So some more like Lawro who knows where it’s at
And thank God for Martin O’Neill!



The two Al’s taking the micky out of the Austrian team (whom I thought did okay) and ridiculing Domenech, came to an abrupt halt last night and the night before when a real bona fide manager (O’Neill) said that he knew how the French coach must be feeling after the game against the Italians and the tournament went pearshaped for his team, when he said only a manager would know, there was a very uncomfortable silence that Shearer (I’m not quite ready for the Newcastle, Blackburn or England jobs yet) and Hansen tried to make light of, failing dismally in to the bargain. When O’Neill talks, he makes sense, unlike the other three eejits who’ve never walked the walk of being a manager, Lawro has, that’s probably why he’s the other one out of the five of them with any real credibility to talk the talk.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/talk-is-cheap/