Who Am I?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Flew in from the Ukraine on a private jet
Didn’t get to sleep last night
All the way I’m thinking just when will I net
Man I’m in a barren plight

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’m here to play in the champions league boy
A goal glut’s what I need boy

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I keep hitting the post and bar
The back of the net seems so far

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Back of the net stress, back of the net stress
Cos I can’t get past the post and bar!


Me heart goes out to this poor bloke. I just think he’s trying too hard, so much so that even the ball boys have taken to wearing protective suits when he’s facing their end!

A cab driver in the Fulham Road has sent a bill to the club for a broken wing mirror after a shot by this bloke in last weeks game went out of the ground and broke it, (the wing mirror). Not his duck!

They’ve called in one of them sports what ever you call them to help him now, you know Glenn Hoddle had one called Eileen.

So it’s come on Eileen!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/who-am-i-3/