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Wanted For… The Job Nobody Wants!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When proceedings commence
The Dutch and the French
Are prone to a tear up indoors
The winning means nowt
When a tongue lashes out
It just adds to both under performing.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The hippy style Dutch
Have been known to destruct
On the eve of a final or two
While the wonderful French
Have vacated the trench
With a loyalist show of adieu.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The English it seems
Still harbour dreams
Of Alf Ramsey who led them to fame
But like both French and Dutch
We can too self-destruct
With a tournament some months away.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Without captain, or gaffer
The media mafia
Point towards Tottenham’s boss
But will he take it?
Indeed can he make it?
That leap to the national job?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We’re easily led
By the hounds of the press
Who are prone to throw names in the ring?
Without checking the facts
They’ve been know to act
And when it goes pear shaped, go missing.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Out in North London
Spurs have the conundrum
Of praying their man will stay put
Third in the league
A top four spot at least
So why shoot themselves in the foot?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The England stars waning
It’s no use complaning
You can spend all the money you wish
On an in or outsider
We’d be still none the wiser
We’re not good enough and that’s how it is!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 We’ve too many egos,
Twitters and no shows
With too much to say for their selves
If they’re underperforming
I’d give ‘em’ two verbal warnings
Then replace them like in The Real World.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I long for the day
An England manager says:
“I’m the boss, and you’ll do things my way!”
Me? I’d bet on Mourinho
To call time on these ego’s
But then again, there’s the gormless FA!

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Notes

It’s become repeatedly embarrassing.The wonderful Dutchmeisters and marvellous Les Blue’s at least managed to get to, and in to a tournament before losing it big time Not us.

We’re kidding ourselves here, ain’t we, come on, I mean who really gives a monkeys about or want’s the vacant England job? Suffice to say a couple of new contracts were hastily put on the table and signed yesterday in double quick time, were they not?

I’m of the opinion any hand on heart fan would rather have Champions League and or our Premiership Title, than raise his or her hopes for the Euro’s or World Cup, only to have them dashed again dismally due to bad preperation or off the field disciplinary problems before we even get there!.

Why and how do I arrive at that conclusion?, it’s simply because we’ve some of the best players in the World playing here in this country, right now, the only trouble being is they ain’t English!

Mourinho would sort out these dressing room ego’s, big time, but word on the street here in London, is he’s Spurs bound if Arry does decide to take the poison chalice, and I personally don’t think he will.

Carefree….off to Battersea.

Go well and be lucky.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wanted-for-the-job-nobody-wants/