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Divock Origi Blues

Eddie Gibbons

Thursday, June 11th, 2026

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Stop the ref’s watch, tell the crowd to go home,
Prevent VAR from making us moan,
Silence the whistle and the incessant drum,
Bring out his jersey, let the worshippers come.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Let us place laurels around his gold head.
Inform all the pundits that Football Is Dead.
Put red scarves round the necks of people we love.
Let both the goalies wear black Nike gloves.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He was my Hunt, my Rush, my Barnes and God,
My three-day week (I’m an idle sod),
My tune, my banter, my chant, my song:
I thought that he would play forever: I was wrong.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The floodlights are useless now: put out every one;
Pack up the nets, still Don’t Buy The Sun!
Chop down the goalposts and sweep up the wood.
For football without Origi will never be any good.

Notes

(After W H Auden)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/divock-origi-blues/