Goodbye UCD

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I do not subscribe to the general elation
At seeing the Students achieve relegation.
They really had Derry all flummoxed and flustered
After fighting back well, when it seemed done and dusted.
Their terrible start is what they will be ruing,
The ultimate cause of their final undoing.
For, come season’s end, they were scaling the heights
And eking results from those cold Friday nights.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But the reason I’m sorry to see them depart
Has nothing to do with affairs of the heart,
For Derry, on Thursdays, just cannot be done,
[Never mind that up there, Shelbourne seldom have won]
It just isn’t on, to take Thursday off work,
Or my personnel manager would go berserk.
But Belfield on Fridays is easily do-able,
And transport arrangements are seldom reviewable.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In Derry the weather is misty or raining,
Their fans have a habit of endless complaining.
The refs are afraid of the partisan crowd,
And whistle whenever the howls get too loud.
At Belfield, however, this intimidation
Quite rarely, if ever, affects the occasion.
Besides which, in Derry, we’re seldom seen winning,
But in Belfield we normally come away grinning.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/goodbye-ucd/