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.
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.
Didn’t see a dirty tackle
Or intent to hurt one bloke
What was rife? Was united heckling
To a palid skinny joke.
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?
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?
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!