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Touchline Critique.

kevin raymond

Tuesday, September 24th, 2013

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The old place looks the same
Though its had a lick of paint
Faces round the dug-out sure seem young
We’ve a league of nationals out on loan
Won’t ever play at what is home
Unless the injured list goes over forty one.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Does he still belong to us,
Cup tied, or have we sussed
He’ll never quite make the grade to be a pro?
The millions we have spent
On numerous boys who won’t make men
Is a quite disgusting waste of laundered dough.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Though we ain’t alone in this
Ruining various fledgling young careers
These also ran’s are doing pretty well
What with soiree’s out to Spain
Where a better game than ours is played
Maybe our strikers should be parked there till they gel!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Or say a month at Boreham Wood
Where I hear the competitions good
To lead the line and hit the net on cue
Would see our toothless pair up front
Scream out “This pitch is a just dump”
S’right, and a fitting place for rubbish such as you two!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Maybe a month out in the cold (sic)
Just off The Old Kent Road
Where fans are known to call it as it is
Might see two hundred grand a week
Come back to us a trifle meek,
Somewhat enlightened, and then chomping at the bit?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Me. I’d take ’em’ over to Hackney Marsh
Where touch-line plaudits can seem harsh
On a shirker with the aim to work his ticket
You see us punters can’t be ignored
And won’t be slow in coming forward
Toward a joker we’re convinced is trying to wing it!

© Kev 2013

Notes

Just a couple of casual observations really, seeing as the on-loan system has never made any sense to me whatsoever, and then how come a whole summer can be planned on getting the close season preparation’s so spot on, only to hear that so an so isn’t fit when we come around to kick off? Well if he ain’t fit, why ain’t he fit?, and what is he doing out there on the pitch in the first place?

Anytime soon (mark my words, I kid you not) some coach will stand there and tell us straight-faced in front of the television cameras, that his man has played far too many games already this season!ӣ$%^

Carefree…braised in Celery.

Go well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/touchline-critique/