The Tin Tack*

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 His voice kinda gave it away
Un-sure, not too much to say
Apologised to us fans
Who had jeered from the stands?
Whilst understanding the angst of our shame.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Our work rate was great,” he did say
“But today was just one of them days
“Could have been there a week
Without troubling their keeper
Whilst we can’t seem to do it away”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In pubs and bus queues near the ground
Wildfire rumours have quickly spread round
That our powers that be
Will be calling a meeting
On all matters to do with our team.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 By the time we’re indoors from the cold
The real story begins to unfold
Been relieved of his duties
(He’s been sacked, but put cutely)
We’re right in it, to be putting it bold.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 On our way in to work on the bus
When the Michael ‘s extracted from us
Do we care for our boss?
Been thrown out of his job?
The truth is we don’t give a toss.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 In the cafe, during lunch and at tea
We’ll be scanning the daily’s to see
Who might fancy the job?
Of a right nice few bob
For after all is just managing a team?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 See, us gaffers in seats
Think that managing a team
Is nowt but a stroll in the park
Yet when knives are pulled out, a man’s future in doubt
Truth is we’re having a laugh.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 New hats will be thrown in the ring
A new appointment whose name we will sing
And the boss we’ve just lost?
Will be yesterday’s frost
In a thaw, out of sight, disappearing.



This poem was put together after I heard Mick McCarthy on Five Live yesterday afternoon, where just by the tone of his voice I / you knew something was up.

Even the commentator said that Wolves (as he was then) manager Mick, who was usually good for a long chat after the match, seemed out of sorts today, and he was right on the money.

I’ve never ever liked the way sackings are handled in our game, whilst prima donna players get away with it and nothings ever said to them, I feel we need a few more Davie Moyes type characters/speeches to the tune of: “Are you with me on this? If you’re not there’s the door, and be sure to close it on your way out” as was said when he arrived at Goodison, for the first day of his tenure there, or so I’m led to believe.

Go well and be lucky.

Carefree….off to Battersea.



* The Tin-tack is cockney slang for the sack.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-tin-tack-2/