Football Poets

The Late Horror Show

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Mogga: Oh! My God
We’re in that time zone again
Of unknown horrors,
Look closely
80th minute and madness begins take its toll,
All the hard work
Will be binned
In this late horror show,
And there’s nothing I can do.
Players: It’s show time again!
The late horror show
Time approaches
Can you not hear it calling?
I’ve got to keep control
Thousands of home fans cheering
Three points in the bag,
But call is irresistible
I can not help,
It’s show time and so simple
For the ten minutes
You run around like
A headless chicken
Gave a late goal
Loss points that should have been bag
And you do it
Week in week out!

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 19. Not Good Enough!

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Home Crowd: Not Good Enough!
Not Good Enough!
Not Good Enough!

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Kris Boyd: I’m the SPL record goalscorer
Goals will come!
Goals will come!
I promised
More goals to come,
Give me a chance!
Give me a chance!

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Home Crowd: You’ve had your chance!
You’ve had your chance!
Six goals in SIX MONTHS!
Six goals in SIX MONTHS!
Not Good Enough!
Not Good Enough!

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Kris Boyd: I’m not making excuses
But my head was not in the right place
I didn’t know if I was coming
Or going!
I need more time
Please give me a chance!
Please give me a chance!

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Home Crowd: Six goals in SIX MONTHS!
Six goals in SIX MONTHS!
Not Good Enough!
Not Good Enough!

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 20. We’re a Striker Light!

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 ‘We’re a striker light!’
Struck like a bolt
Into the heart of every Boro fan,
Stunned fans
Read again and again,
‘We’re a striker light’
In Bernie’s Bolt
Over red, in bold white.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “Who dares to doubt,” they asked
When the Boro Legend speaks,
After picking themselves of the floor
And many tears,
Feet firmly on the ground
And memory returned,
‘We’re a striker light’? They pondered.
Nightmare of what could have been
If chances were taken
The games buried
Points that should have been banked
Gifted away
Open goals,
Where granny, using zimmer frames
Would have scored,
‘We’re a striker light?’
Bernie, where have you been –
For the last ten years?

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 21. In Football Speak
(After Swansea match 12th Feb

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Three – one up
I was over the moon
We’ll defend deep
Three golden points in the bank.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Lost four – three
And the last goal conceded in extra time
I’m gutted
Our defence and midfield was dynamo
I’m sick as a parrot.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 22. Jinni of the Ball

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Boro attentively walked into
The Lions den,
Manager, players and fans
All feared a mauling,
From the rampart Millwall,
Pushing for a place in the play offs.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 The first half, in their fortress den
Boro were battered
In a one-side nightmare,
Were lucky to retreat
To the safety of dressing room,
With only one goal down.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Boro roared out for the second half
Bolstered by new signing, Merouane Zemmama
Already known by names
“The Moroccan Juninho”
“The Maradona of the Maghreb”
“The Lion of the Atlas”
“Jinni of the Ball”
“The man from The Tale of Arabian Nights’
The one with superb ball control
And pin point passing.

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 Boro struck back
To tame the lion
In his den and
The rain of bottles,
In the cauldron of hate,
Could deny Boro
They scored three goals and bag.
All three points.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Boro fans already have
1001 tales about Jinni of the ball
And with baited breath wait
For many more against QPR.