12-30 West London, Saturday.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Arsene Wenger sends Jose Mourinho a text
For some news on the Chelsea score?
Mourinho replies: “We ain’t Eden kicked off yet
So what are you texting me four?”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ten minutes later it’s Wenger again
Leaving The Special One stunned:
“Arsene me shun your becoming a pain,
But I’ll Hazard a guess, should you text me at five to one!”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So The Gooners well beaten at Anfield
Can hardly be accused of being boring
Whilst their leaky defence? Must take credit I feel
For at least stopping Luiz Suarez from scoring!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 To the travelling Gooners that ventured Up North,
Stood cheering through-out with largesse
Anyone taking a beating can turn around and walk
But it takes mettle (and a thick skin on occasion)
To defiantly stick it out to the death!*



First three verses are a little tongue in cheek, whilst the fourth one? Gives Huge Respect to them travelling Gooners who hung in there yesterday, like we’ve all done on occasion, just hoping or praying for something/anything to happen which might turn the game around for us.

Carefree…braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



*London slang for the end.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/12-30-west-london-saturday/