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Yes. It’s Good to Be Back Home Again.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 By the time, the twenty two well honed,
Machine toned, part owned poseurs
Ran out on the green baize on Saturday afternoon
Out here in sunny South West Six.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We, who eagerly made the short journey,
From Victoria Station to Fulham Broadway
Sporting credit card paid for gaudy suntans
and even gaudier fake football shirts and designers labels

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Had…ridiculed the mighty Iceland,
(As merely being a two for one frozen food specialist)
For having the gall
To thaw two, against Ingerland, during the recent farcical Euro’s.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Questioned the antics of What I’ve Seen (But won’t buy) Wenger
As being more than those of simply a canny football team manager,
More like a major shareholder, or company accountant
Reluctantly refusing to part with he what considers his own money?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Debated whether Antonio Conte,
Has a better syrup than Wayne Rooney?*
Who was his (Conte’s) tailor, and more importantly
Were those excellent gleaming teeth, all his own?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Discussed Pep Guardiola
Steadfastly refusing to use head and shoulders
At The Headhehad during his appointment there
Has the man simply no feelings or indeed a heart?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Touched on the Mata of Jose Mourinho
Yes him, and even more so…
What do we think of him now?
He’s with Man Ure, and manuring them?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Arriving at Stamford Bridge
(Yes our ground still retains its original moniker)
We watched the televised tail end
Of a digitally enhanced one all draw which failed to thrill.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 That was I have to say about as exciting
As a re-heated pan of Scouse
Or a tureen of yesterday’s Jewish penicillin?*
Depending on personal preference and whereabouts you live?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 While noting, was that little fellow
Sitting second row back in the Liverpool dug-out
Jurgen The Germans, exact double?
Despite being smaller in stature, than The Kloppite?

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Perusing through our glossy match day programme
We noted we could in for a match of quite epic proportions
Should the resolute Burnley defence
Be opened up, and parted in waves for Moses playing out on our wing?

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Yes it was good to be back, at my first home match
As you’ve most probably (from reading this) grasped?
Watching ‘The Football’ among the quick witted wags*
Always well up (even in the face of adversity) for having a laugh.

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Notes

Stay well, be lucky, keep smiling and remember… It’s only a bleating game innit?

*Syrup. Rhyming slang for Syrup of fig. Wig.

Scouse. I’ve heard of so many different recipes for this, I wouldn’t have enough space to explain them all here, so I won’t.

Among the Jewish fraternity over in North/North West London, the be all, and cure all for what ails you is “Jewish Penicillin” or good old Chicken Soup, made by your mumma or The World famous kosher restaurant Blooms.

The term wag in this instance refers to a wit, or a joker.

Peace. Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/yes-its-good-to-be-back-home-again/