Was It Riley or Whiley? I Dunno!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They were trying to keep their hopes alive
We were keen to stay in touch
On chances made they should have thrived
As we floundered in the mud.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The match was fast and furious
As these games sometimes are
And I was sat there fazed and furious
Whilst this Herbert waved these cards.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Didn’t see a dirty tackle
Or intent to hurt one bloke
What was rife? Was united heckling
To a palid skinny joke.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Were his contacts in the dressing room
Was his white stick left at home
On that mic taped to his lughole
Did he call his linesman once?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It seemed that every flippin minute
His beep annoyed the crowd
Is it a contact sport or ain’t it?
And is tackling still allowed?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A cracking game with out a goal
Don’t see too many of those
And how many cards were brandished?
Only Whiley or Riley knows!



Severe problems down the London underground on Sunday, so getting to the Bridge late for the Chelsea v Liverpool fixture. I couldn’t make out who the ref was, as Riley was down to ref and Whiley was the fourth official, but I could be wrong, it might have well been the other way round.

Never the less, I thought it was terrific game for a nil all draw, with L’pool really going for it. whilst Chelsea couldn’t string two decent passes together.

The game is not the point of the poem, but whoever reffed it, is. Every few minutes the game was stopped for some offence that no-one could understand or actually saw. Except the joker in the middle.

I’ve no idea how many cards were shown cos I’ve not seen a paper or caught the highlights, but it was just weird man, well and truly weird!

And most certainly not a dirty game.

Is the tackle the next thing to be banned?



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/was-it-riley-or-whiley-i-dunno/