Football Poets

The Day I Thought I’d Died

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Did I ever tell you about the day
I thought that I had died?
I came to in an operating room
Really bleary eyed!

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 An Enya cd was playing
Bono led the prayers
Val Doonican wore an Arran sweater
As he sat in his rocking chair!

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Tommy Makem was training the choir
Brendan Behan was reciting verse
Paddy Kavanagh told stories of Monaghan
The Bachelors started to curse

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Man I was so out of it
Everything was white
I started swearing at a priest
I didn’t give a ####e

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The drugs had worn off too quickly
And as I came around
Shiny white tiles and sparkling lights
Reflected off the ground

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I thought I was in heaven
And that I had died
I was sure the angels had taken me
For that final ride

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I rolled on to my side
To watch the t.v
That was there up on the wall
Ireland were playing football
Shane McGowan was on the ball!

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Jack Charlton shouted instructions
Damien Duff ran down the wing
He crossed it for Cascarino
Who dived and headed it in!

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The crowd, erupted in to a frenzy
With massive roars of delight
The camera’s switched to the dugout
Where Roy Keane was having a fight!

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 McGrath tried hard to calm him down
He couldn’t work it out
Why your man has to have a punch up
Every time he has a stout!

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 They reached halftime at one nil
And trooped off for a cup of tea
Keane had calmed down, so had McGrath
It was beautiful to see!

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Sinead lead the half time singing
In a duet with Bertie Ahern
The voice of your man as a tenor
Gave cause for public concern!

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Westlife came on as support act
Along with Ronan Keating
The opposition fans were so distraught
Their eardrums had taken a beating

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Packie Bonner had suffered an injury
His back was ever so sore
Who would take his place in goal?
‘I will’ says Christy Moore!

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Christy played a blinder
The score stayed at one nil
A well manicured Andy Townsend
Spoke with a voice so shrill!

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Gay Byrne asked a happy Jack Charlton
For his comments on the game
Jack was so emotional
He forgot Cascarino’s name!

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 I turned off the t.v in the adverts
And rolled over back on to my back
Christy Moore was a faboulous player
Damien Duff was the same in attack!

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 The priest had come back in to the room,
To see if I was ok
I said ‘you never cared about me down on earth
So #### off on your way’!

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 I wouldn’t normally speak like this
To a lovely man of the cloth
But I was off my nut and tripping
And the drugs were wearing off!

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Anyway I came to later
It had all been a wonderful dream
I was dozy and my stomach hurt
But I’d never felt so serene!

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 I awoke again next morning
To the aroma of fresh tea and toast
‘Christy Moore plays a blinder between the sticks’
On the front page of the Irish Post!!!

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 peace