We’re Really Riding Our Luck!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hats off, to that extra defender
Who kept waning hopes on the up
If beaten, our chances were slender
Of catching them Mancs on the hop.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the first one sailed in,
It was looking a cinch
We’d steam roll red team from North East

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Then the interval came,
Interupting our play
And what flair we had shown disappeared.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Those three stops by the twefth man were crucial
If the top of the league is our aim
And I’ll grant(sic) you, Sunday night’s M.O.T.D trio
Were right, how good fortune had helped us, that day.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And the extra defender, what’s his name?
Can’t remember. Was it Desailly or Frank Lebouf’s ghost?
I re-call, who kept those shots out,
It’s just come back to me now
T’was crossbar twice with support from the post!



Chelsea versus M’boro. I can’t bear to watch games like that, so I’m glad I didn’t go, the highlights were scary man, real scary. Boro should and could have easily taken three points, if there was any justice, in the world, they would have. But in football, as all who write here know, it’s not always the best team that gets to win the game.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/were-really-riding-our-luck/