A Plea to Hull City, from The Professor

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Pur.. leez, go easy on me players
Mon ami don’t put it about
Don’t plaster young guns, all over The Emirates
Causing mes enfants to vin out aloud.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Pray don’t fly in with wild tackles
That could warrant a yellow or red
Coz mes enfants have really weak ankles
Physical contact, is something they dread.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Pray let us get on with our beautiful game
In the style that rouge punters j’taime
Oh and while yer at it, though this may sound sarcastic
Can we walk the ball, totally unchallenged, in to an unguarded net?



Er..petit problem with the computer.

Arsene Wenger, having been in Londres for a petit while now. Is kinda getting the drift of our language, as is shown…in the above mentioned poem!

Fancy pleading to the oppositions management, through the press. to take it easy on his fragile petit team.

What next? Ask them (the opposition) not to turn up, and just forfiet the three points, without actually playing!



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/a-plea-to-hull-city-from-the-professor/