‘Twas the night before the wolves game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 ‘Twas the night before the wolves game, when all through the club
not a creature was stirring, not even a grub.
The kits were hung by the team bus with care,
In hopes that the redmen soon would be there.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of wolves’ players danced in their heads.
And Thommo in his ‘kerchief, and Damiano in his cap,
had just settled their brains for a much needed nap.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to their wondering eyes should they see
But Ged in his Liverbird-cladded nightie

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 With a little old driver, who’d just risen from bed
I knew in a moment it must be St. Ged
Not so rapid as eagles, his players they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Now Heskey! Now Smicerr!
Now, Biscan and Riise!
Oh, Gerrard Oh, Murphy!
Oh, Hyypia, oh please!
To the top of the goal
To the back of the net!
Now kick away! kick away!
Don’t be so wet!”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 As footballs that before the kickoff they fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the Molineux the courses they flew,
with the sleigh full of players, and St. Houllier too.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the pitch
The whole Wolves team fall into a ditch.
St Ged clicked his fingers and raised up his wand,
And with a fine shot on goal, Heskey did respond.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 He then scored another, and once more for luck
There was no stopping him now he had broken his duck.
The final whistle blew, three points in the bag
50 – 0 to the redmen, but we don’t like to brag


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/twas-the-night-before-the-wolves-game/