Willo’s Blunder

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A harmless header gently curving,
Should not really be unnerving,
But we’re often undeserving
When our hopes are torn asunder.
Dipping? No, nor gently swerving,
We were stunned by Willo’s blunder.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Perhaps the floodlight was refracted
Or his vision was impacted
By a movement small attracted,
As the Gods looked down in wonder?
Certainly he was distracted
To commit such dreadful blunder.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As we sat with cold breath bated,
Time, it seemed, decelerated.
Gobsmacked, tall McGuinness waited
For the slightest chance to plunder.
Seismic murmurs were created
By the unexpected blunder.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As the ball from safe grip tumbled,
In such high-charged tension fumbled,
Hopes of final vict’ry crumbled,
Gasped in shock, then vanished under.
How the old men cursed and grumbled
At the size of Willo’s blunder!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As the ball danced in the netting,
As we reached the height of fretting,
Despite the cold, we broke out sweating,
As Bohs voices rose like thunder.
‘Twill be an age ‘ere we’re forgetting
Willo’s almost fatal blunder.



In a game Shels needed to win to clinch their 3rd title in 4 years, disaster struck in the first half when a gentle, looping header into Shelbourne keeper Steve Williams’ midriff was inexplicably spilled and inadvertently kicked into his own net. The Welsh netminder has since been let go by the club. Fortunately, two goals saw us limp over the finishing line!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/willos-blunder/