1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 FIRST HALF

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Blue is their favorite color

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Bridge was rocking
Stamford and Wayne
Dynamite set under the turf
Focused and lightning blue
Nothing would stand in the way
The final was in their eyes
Awesome attacking displays
Goals that could have been
Should have been – squandered
The French off the hook
Like a grateful old catfish
Playing on the bottom
Those two crucial goals to
Take into the locker room
Halftime – almost
Nothing more need be done
But defend
The Blues were in there
In their locker room before
The referee drew that breath
Into the half time whistle
Dreaming of the final
Of German phrase books
Of good beer and bratwurst
In a flash, a defensive hiccup
A stroke of French fortune
Wham, bounce, post, ouch
Stoppage time goal
Different story, more work
To be done, second half

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 SECOND HALF

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 What happened to it
The other forty-five minutes
Plus stoppage time
The Blues trotted onto
The pitch
Their hearts, their passion
Those first half dreams
Left in the locker room
This melange of overpriced
Roman toys
Don’t motivate themselves
Those that put their heads down
Their feet forward
Held British passports
An unwanted Real Madrid player
Did as he does
Put the game out of reach
After Chelsea had already
Come to that conclusion

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 FINAL WHISTLE

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 And the Bridge was shocked
Big hands holding wet faces
One little boy found by
The television cameras
Clapping his team as so many
Tears flowed from his fresh face
His Chelsea blue eyes

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And I felt for him
I was not sad for Chelsea but
For this little boy
He wore a Chelsea shirt
His Chelsea heart pumps
Blue Chelsea blood

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I thought
If only his spirit
His love of the club
Could have radiated
Onto the pitch
Blue would not longer mean



Chelsea knocked out of the CL by Monaco. A sad ending to a game that should have been won in the first half.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/a-game-too-far/