1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You keep the inner turmoil
away from prying eyes
Confronting fans that ridicule
with dignity and politeness.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the media are calling
for your head, via a printed page
Will you ride the fall
rise up again, and continue with the game?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When loaded questions goad you
as seemingly a fool
Do you think of those who know you,
breathe deep, and keep your cool?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When the man up front ain’t doing it
like the price tag says he should
Will you perservere or turn on him
as your path out of the woods?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When aged stars ain’t buying
your ideas for the game
Will irate punters see you crying
or experience your pain?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When those who call the shots aint backing you
though the hounds may crave your blood
Will you take the easy avenue
a golden handshake in your glove?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When results confirm your know how
has kept you in the race
Are you shouting out aloud: “I told you so
oh ye of little faith?”.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When the aftermath of a victory
is a time to stay in check
Do you ponder on what’s next for me
With a medal round your neck?

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 When players ride a victory jig
On the back of your hard work
Do you stand an smile or take a dig
At the hand that holds the purse?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 No! You’ve walked the walk with dignity
after giving it your best shot
Convinced the fans including me
your a winner, and his own man, so Rafa thanks a lot!



My son pointed out to me this morning, that he felt really sorry for Rafa Benitez the other night in Amsterdam, especially after the terrible way our club and some of it’s fans have treated him.

I have to say he’s right, so this poem is both a kinda thank you, and a testimony to the mans obvious inner strength and integrity, as well as having a bleeding thick skin to boot. Judging by what’s gone on and been said about him in certain parts of our ground.

So cheers Rafa, go well and be lucky.

Carefree……braised in “Celery”



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/when-4/