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The Strangely Honest City Football Player

Christopher Parsons

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I put on this shirt for the money, for the pay,
I might play good, I might play bad, I don’t care what they say,
As long as my houses and cars keep getting bigger,
Then I know if I carry on playing here I’m onto a winner.
Passion and pride? It’s a thing of the past,
It’s now money and women and living life fast,
It’s easy you see a simple 90 minutes a week,
Just as long as I don’t go too far over my peak.
The fans they can cheer, they can boo for all I care,
Just as long as my wages keeps increasing, now that’s what’s fair,
The team I play for now? No I don’t know much about,
All I dream of is home, that’s the place for me without a shadow of a doubt.
When I’m finished here they might remember me,
A few headers, those strikes, that cup winning volley,
Frankly I don’t care I haven’t from the start,
It was easy to sign, even easier to depart.
I remember the day I first got off the plane,
A new country, a new life, a new found club fame,
I got to the ground, the shirt I’m handed blue,
My name, my number, lucky eighty-two.
To be honest at first, I was expecting Devil red,
But enough on that matter, that’s enough said,
As long as I’ve got my money, that’s the bottom line,
The team might not always be great, but I’ll be just fine.
I came here for millions, I’ll go for even more,
As soon as something better comes along, I’ll be straight out the door.

© Chris Parsons

Notes

I wrote this poem after watching Blackpool play in the premier league against several opponents. The passion their players have is uplifiting, compared with some players you find at the bigger clubs who are seemingly only these for the high wage. Hopefully this humerous take on an honest outburst of a “Big Club” player will make people think about those other players in the same league, who are on one-sixth of the wage, and their love for the game itself rather than the love for the money that comes with it.

Also, in the title, the word “City” should have a line struck through it. I was not able to add this feature in the text box above.

Cheers.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-strangely-honest-city-football-player/