A Busted Flush, That’s Us.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We left our form, in West London
Our away form, it must be said
And as for Carvalho trying to do Ron Ron
I thought to meself…. a nailed on pen.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We lacked any kind of cohesion
Or a plan B if all else failed
And for whatever reason
Drogba’s game looks pretty stale.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We normally do well at Old Trafford
Big crowds, big match atmosphere
But yesterday we were very poor
As our away form, upped and dissappeared.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Having bucketloads loads of possession
Around the half way line
Won’t win you games as we know now
It’s fine if you’re wasting time.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The Special One sat up in the stand
Must have had a little sarky smile
It wasn’t pretty when we were in his hands
But at least we had some spine.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’re out of sorts at present
Our defence is like a sieve
I counted two or three from our eleven
Who at least had some belief.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I may sound like a whining loser
So can somebody answer me this
When Wayne Rooney poached goal number two
How come….he was still on the pitch?



Phil mate, our away form is going pear shaped as well, so what are yer gonna do about it? We need guidance and a spine put back in the team…. pronto!

Most of the players were good enough for our last two managers, we’re in crisis we need action, bring back Avram, he’ll soon sort it out.

I’m only having a laugh, otherwise I’d burst in to tears at our failure to grasp even the basics of the game, that was played yesterday at Old Trafford. United were made to look much better that they were, coz we never turned up to at least give them a game.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/a-busted-flush-thats-us/