1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 For us, it is a time for singing,
Largely out of tune, the same refrains
That everybody sings at times like these.
We look back on the season, pin-point
The defining moments, and reflect
That football is a great game when you win.
Through the wastes of winter, we tracked them down,
On frozen pitches, cold days at West Brom,
And for all their protestations that they are the best
We left them beaten, just like all the rest.


I would have thought an educated person like Arsene Wenger would have heard of ‘hubris’!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/champions-200203/