The Sacred Ace In Every Pilgrims Pack.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s a tough old sport when losing runs
Mean pointless games when day is done
False expectation that you’ll win
Or the cheek you turn and force a grin.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The week of work you struggle through,
After last week-end’s abysmal do
Of joshing mates and jibing loves
Those taking Michaels down the pub.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Your head held high you ride it out
Hoping fate soon turns it round
Where half-time means a joyous break
From chances made and rare mistakes.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You even empathise with barren blokes
The brunt of some quite imaginative jokes
Or the off-field drama’s in the press
One reads, believes, when times are stressed.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Then a ray of light comes shining through
Via the telly thus inspiring you
To believing when your heart said right;
This evenings gonna be some night!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The prized clean sheet, the treasured blank
The sacred ace in every pilgrims pack
If they don’t score, and we nick one
We’re off away (sic) again back on a run.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The fractured rib, our Wounded Knee
Where the stand in keeper nervously
Stood his ground and kept them out
As our coach (or bus) roared out aloud.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Then a venture to a hallowed ground
Where pulses race and hearts do pound
We play our game and win two nil
Pay our fare (take the bus) and thus exit… Anfield!



Back on track? Yeah. Was it pretty? Nah, but right now (with our list of injuries getting bigger by the day) we can’t really afford to do pretty when we’re here (and in with a really slim chance of a double) at the business end of the season.

Carefree….braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-sacred-ace-in-every-pilgrims-pack/