Ain’t that a kick in the head

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Sometimes this cruel game of ours
Lulls you for a small few hours
Your players become superstars

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Everything is going your way
One nil up at Spurs away
Lets all cheer, Hip Hip hooray

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Few more chances then appear
Gripped by that away day fear
“Maxis miss will cost us dear”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Atkinson, dastardly fellow
Each red tackle colours yellow
No violin, where’s my cello?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Penalised, handball outside
Justice as the ball goes wide
Game was Jekyll, now turns Hyde

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Defensive self harm, then I’m
A victim of a heinous crime
Pint size strike in injury time.


You know the feeling, playing the opposition off the park, score then have 2 or 3 gilt edge chances to put the game to bed and fail to take them. You just know you’re going to pay later on and even when they miss a penalty, you know the drama is far from over
When the equaliser goes in its just a matter of time.
Dean Martin may have had a different meaning but it works here.
And all this before the cup draw. 😉

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/aint-that-a-kick-in-the-head/