A poem for Simon Hattenstone

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Tirades of hate and loathing
A personal crusade
For folk to join the ABCs
From Manc to Scouse to Blade
You’ve kept it up relentlessly
This venom that you spout
Oh yes, you feel you’re justified
To let your venom out
You say we’re all the same, us Blues
And think we have a right
To win all trophies endlessly
Whilst buying our way to Might
How many of us have you met
The true, the loyal, the gritty?
Just keep your venom to yourself
And concentrate on City
It isn’t my fault that we’re not
A poor club any more
And not all changes are for good
The pricing ain’t, for sure
So don’t just tar us with one brush
For some of us were there
When lowly teams defeated us
And dear old Butch had hair
Stop being a fool and get a life
Just end your ceaseless whitter
Or go and do it somewhere else
In short – just stop being bitter!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Carol Wood, May 2007



Simon Hattenstone of the Guardian newspaper has taken it upon himself to head a one man crusade against my club for several seasons now. His writing is not a balanced view and would be more suited to the lesser quality fanzines, not a supposed quality newspaper. I thought it was about time I bit back!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/a-poem-for-simon-hattenstone/