The Football Manager

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Who is my friend?
Well that depends on the score
And the team you support
My tactics are naked
Flawed as all humans are flawed
I am frowned upon
I am adored
I am burned in effigies
They stick pins into dolls
That look nothing like me
But are christened with my name
And then the clouds disperse
And my tactics that were derided
Are now “genius divine right”
Such is the glory of 3 points won
And a week in heaven
All life hanging by the slender thread
Of football results
I am the manager
Results are eveything
I know because I cannot afford
To forget.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-football-manager/