1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Skies of grey and dark dark clouds sat over Turners Cross
No new signings on the radar, whats the story boss?
Free Agents are no longer free, all were signed and sealed
Never thinking that our gaffer had his eyes further afield
Rico, get a move on, the rabble bayed for a new signing.
We’re being left behind, our cloud has lost its silver lining
Our spies up in the airport, though they try to be discrete
Every time he crossed the road, the word was on the street
What was his final destination, Madrid?, Milan’d be cool
The text message then told me sure tis only Liverpool
Different stories were abound, twas rumour after rumour
Some of them required a quite twisted sense of humour.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When would we ever sign a player, who’d be the propeller?
Peanut was the first to sign, worst secret since Neil Mellor
Tail firmly between his legs, quite a few bridges burned
Lets hope the Conna Primadonna returns with lessons learned
From Blackpool then came Farrelly, which is dead handy cos
the number 3 will take him all the way to Turners Cross
Transfer taste was in our mouths, now feed us some more please!
Darren Murphy? Daragh Ryan?, Rico you’re such a tease
Suspense it was now killing us, Will he, won’t he? Colin Healy.
“I’m coming home”, a lovely line, all very touchy feely.
Solid signings on the field and a few more off, convey
Steady progress as required, Come on you boys in grey!


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/anticipation/