What Now, My Wolves…

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And where will we finish, when the dust settles
Next May…above our local rivals, or floundering
At the bottom of a deep, deep pool; Relegation,
That unthinkable word, but could it happen ? Forest
Went down, Wednesday went down too – Big Clubs,
Or so they thought – but no immunity from failure.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And still, the fans hope against hope for the glory days
To return – but it will never be the same as when we
Trampled opposition to win Championships and Cups.
The (football) world has changed; now we’re just
One of the pack – no special aura to that golden shirt,
For the players who wear our classic colours.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And youth is the future, we’re told – no more fancy
Dans on fancy money; all hard graft now, with the kids
Leading the way. So should it be – for a club built on
Buckley’s Babes and Cullis’s Cubs – but a club that
Lost its’ way when Sir Jack’s millions arrived.
Back to basics – a dose of reality is what we need.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And who will lead us out of darkness, into the light ?
We’ve had two ex-England bosses, and neither could
Do it; even bespectacled Sven would struggle here,
Assuming he knew how to reach Wolverhampton.
So, goodbye Glenn – you were never a Wolves man;
We want passion and pride, not square ball apathy.



Paul Ince for manager, please !!!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-now-my-wolves/