1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There is something wrong with the game today
When a football club is prepared to pay
The sum of Thirty Million pound
For a man to kick a ball around.
And should this pair of expensive feet
Wander down any City street
Meet homeless people with begging bowls
Whose aim is survival not scoring goals.
But working class heroes no longer exist
Money rules ask Mister Abranovich
While the City hospitals struggle to cope
With Unemployed devoid of hope.
Then the cold city streets echo the roar
The world’s alright as Chelsea score
Shevchenko pounces from close range
And prices soar on the stock exchange.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/home-win-or-lose/