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What, me ref?

Alan McKean

Wednesday, September 11th, 2019

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Aw c’mon Ref
I never touched him.
He just tripped
Over his own feet.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I was nowhere near him
He was going that fast,
You know his reputation,
He’s good.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And it’s raining,
The grass is slippery,
And he was trying to “jink” through.
Honest.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You know he’s dived before now;
You’ve booked him yourself.
And he’s got a equity card,
Just look at the histrionics.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Honest Ref,
I was nowhere near him.
Stud marks?
Where?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 You can’t book me for that;
I’m an innocent man.
RED?
How do you justify that?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Ok, the stretcher doesn’t help,
Neither did the crack,
As his leg hit the ground,
But RED!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Sorry boss, I was spotted.
Maybe the big eyes trick
Doesn’t work any more.
I’ll try harder next time.

Notes

I wrote this with a specific player in mind. Off pitch he was a perfect gentleman, a lovely person to talk to and joke with, and a great work colleague, but when that number 3 went on his back…………………………..

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-me-ref-2/