We’ve No Chance! Sez Who?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Jesus” said The Chosen One
“ I can‘t argue, but agree”
Chelsea’s run will be surely done
Against Lionel’s FC.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Am I missing something punters
Did the television lie?
Were Meelan’s defensive blunders?
Of the Hackney Marshes kind?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Of course Lionel’s FC are brilliant
It’s there for all to see
But there’s two lots of ninety minutes
To be played yet, seems to me.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Andy Townsend quaking in his boots
On the sofa next to Gareth
Postured posed, then enthused we’ll lose
Where’s your optimism Andy?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In Espana, Real are six in front
Beyond Lionels FC
With a full on classico to come
Before taking on Chelsea.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So lets turn up to be slaughtered
Hoist white flags, or run and hide
Seems it’s only us loyal supporters
Who believe we’ll win this tie.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Nailed on we’ll be the underdogs
Both here and out in Barca
And if getting beat, we’ll still harbour hopes
Of more comebacks than Sinatra.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Jesus, seeing as we beat your team
An to ‘The Chosen One’ his kin
Remember lads we can have our dreams,
An nuffink’s ever over, till the portly lady sings!



We’re in with a real chance of making history at our club, the stuff that dreams are made of, and we ain’t letting a posturing pundit, a former manager of ours, and a bloke whose team we’ve just beaten to get within spittin distance of that dream, rain on our parade…no way Jose!

So Que sera, sera. What will be, will be. As the song from my youth went.

A Very Happy Easter To You All.

Go well and be lucky.

Carefree …..



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/weve-no-chance-sez-who/