1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Switching on the goldfish bowl
With an optimistic view
I came face to face with Gabriel
Our ultimate ghoul in journalistic gloom?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Had he attended someone’s funeral
I must have missed that hope had died?
He looked gaunt stood in a mourning suit
Pallid face and bloodshot eyes.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Almost crying as he gave his slant
From the England squad’s hotel
I almost rang the number in dire want
Of The Samaritans and their help.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When he concluded his morbid comments
The mood in our house quickly changed
To one of sunshine for a moment
That is until he handed us back to Adrian.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Whose cynical irony is wasted
It’s not that funny any more
Coz as the bitter pill’s digested
An idiot’s sarcasm pains us more.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The negative vibe within the studio
All except that is for Gus Poyet
Seemed to me as if they felt sure we’d lose
An a bleeding hour before Judgement Day.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Anyway they got their wish
As Rooney to his credit scored a goal
But it’s this continued focus on the negatives
That really gets my goat.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 With one game to go, and an (albeit) outside hope
Of making progress at The Show
That Brummie bloke needs a massive dose
Of positivity injected in to his tired jokes.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Suggesting Roy Hodgson might jack it in
Or to re-instate John Terry and Ashley Cole
What about Barkley, Sturridge, Baines and Sterling
All with wonderful futures, beginning to unfold.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 That big eared bloke is just as bad
Chuck Alan Shearer in as well
They need to lighten up and get behind the lads
Wish this new batch of talented youngsters well.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 How I wish that Gus was English
Clarence Seedorf too
Having pundits that distinguished
Would give us least a democratic point of view.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 On securing his appointment
Hodgson’s goal was strictly the long term
With new faces coming to this tournament
Being invited to join him on his journey.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 His World Cup blooding of the latest crop
Is a game not gambled on before
With suggestions that he gets the chop
Are but shallow words of the uninformed.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 So while that defeat could end this story
We’ve still another game to go
This in England, the land of hope and glory
In case you English hacks and pundits didn’t know?



As Oddball (Donald Sutherland) in the film Kelly’s Hero’s was fond of saying: “Always With The Negative Waves” .

O I Do Hope We Win The World Cup.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/vogue/