An Unabridged Version!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I missed the pre match dignitaries
As the trains were up the wall
But I heard the booing at The Bridge
When Wayne Bridge passed the ball.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Can’t say I’m in agreement
Can’t say I see the point
Booing a bloke what used to grace our team
When he turned out at our joint.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 That blinding goal at Highbury
When he laid our jinx to rest
Is a milestone in our history
All else? Just wasted breath.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 At one nil up, it looked
As if it was going to be our day
Then Man Chini turned on a textbook
Display, that’s the catenaccio way.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We were out of sorts and struggling
With the worst still yet to come
Two reds and down to a mere nine men
Our Saturday lunch was done.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Then the FWF’s up in the stands*
Turned on our team and boss
Before heading off to that cuckoo land
Where a team has never lost.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Whilst the loyalists amongst us, stood up and raised our paws
And with a touch of optimism stroke humour braced our jaws
Then sang: “Five four. We’re gonna win five four
We’re gonna win five four. We’re gonna win five four!”



*The FWF’s (fair weather fans) over at Stamford Bridge yesterday were really getting on my wick. Firstly we would still have been beat, even with eleven players still on the pitch at the death, we were awful, Man Chini after a dodgy start were too good for us after the break.

Secondly we were down to nine men, Super Frankie Lampard had just kinda made it respectable (on paper) from the penalty spot at four two, when these muppets in the stands turned on the team and our manager big time and began leaving the ground. Then the remaining die-hards and me, there were plenty of us still there, got a chorus going of the poems last line and the whole mood of the place changed instantly as the real fans took defeat on the chin and had a laugh about actually losing at home! Which made me feel kinda proud to be a fan…again.

After all ain’t that what our great games supposed to be all about?

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, you shake hands on it (no pun intended) and that’s the end of it?

Or has the whole sporting philosophy of our game changed recently and someone forgot to let me know about it?



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/an-unabridged-version/