That Dennis Behan Goal

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was an Easter Monday night,
The mist was fine and soft,
Turner’s Cross was bathed in light,
The scarves were held aloft.
The Shed End boys were in fine form,
Their humour dry and droll,
But very few dared hope to see
That Dennis Behan goal.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’d never ever beaten Shels
When Dolan was in charge.
Too often tolled the mourning bells,
The omens written large.
But finally we broke the jinx,
As we assumed control,
And stuck it to the jackeens with
That Dennis Behan goal.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Defensively we looked so calm,
And spent the game untroubled.
Our midfield though inflicted harm,
Our forwards really bubbled.
George was irrepressible
And played a starring role,
But even he was second to
That Dennis Behan goal.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Shels goalie never moved an inch,
As it went by him screaming
And many in the crowd did pinch
Themselves lest they were dreaming.
He hit it like an exocet
With all his heart and soul,
And Turner’s Cross erupted at
That Dennis Behan goal.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We even scored another which
Was strangely disallowed.
It seemed a good goal from the pitch,
And better from the crowd.
The ref though whistled loudly
Like a sergeant on patrol,
And thus we just beat Shelbourne by
That Dennis Behan goal.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Joe Gamble seemed unlucky
To be frogmarched to the line.
The ten men though were plucky,
And fulfilled the grand design.
We thought perhaps the tension might
Begin to take its toll,
But still we led with comfort by
That Dennis Behan goal.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Nine times in succession
We had failed to overcome
We’d often cede possession,
And then finish looking glum.
But number ten came easy,
It was like an evening stroll,
We should have won by more than just
That Dennis Behan goal.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 There’s talk that we are on the up,
And Shels are in decline,
We’re still in the Setanta Cup
And that’s a healthy sign.
Whatever though the future holds,
Employment or the dole,
We’ll always have the memory of
That Dennis Behan goal.



Written, with great inner anguish, at the behest of a Cork City fan!!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/that-dennis-behan-goal/