In Defence Of A Defender.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Will scant hope disappear on the run in
Who knows till the portly lass wails?
Would we leave Newton Heath with a humbling
Our swagger knocked right off the rails?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Way it’s turned out, not what galls us
Found wanting, and quickly two down
At least five from eleven still asleep on team’s bus
As United’s front line went to town.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In anger, our manager glared toward the back
Whilst aiming the digit of blame
At a young centre half left exposed by our lack
Of concentration, in this critical game.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “S’not my fault,” the centre back shouted out loud
Toward the bench as a sub was warmed up
Pre-Raphaelite hair on his napper whirled round
As team-mates bang out of line screamed “Shut up”.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Settling down he got on with the business
Of trying to get forward and score
Whilst ignoring the managers somewhat remiss
Laying of the blame at his door.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Should our manager have pointed the finger
When almost half of the team were akip?
Was he right at half time to pull the young Brazilian
Who’d helped in reducing a fifteen-point deficit?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Will this boy with the curls hold resentment?
Toward his under fire gaffer next week?
I’m not sure, but this volley aimed at the man on the bench
Speaks of a confidence from ignorance in heaps!


The above poem is in support of Chelsea’s David Luis, whose look-a-like curly wigs are becoming THE fashion item to be seen wearing this summer, along West London’s famed Fulham Rd, after Carlo (I got my team selection at Old Trafford, wrong once again!) Ancellotti seemed intent on blaming Luis for our appaling start at Old Trafford yesterday afternoon, (warming up sub, Alex after minutes, is surely a record) that Luis had the cajones to stand up for himself and answer the manager back, bodes well for the future, as his more experienced team-mates failed to turn up and support him.

Luis even managed to get forward and force a decent save out Van Der Sar on one occasion, proving that he was far from unsettled by our well dodgy start and his tongue-lashing from the sidelines.

Mind you Ancelotti’s wagging of his digit, at a defender is a welcome change is it not? In most cases it’s the poor keeper what gets it in the neck, when it all goes pear shaped.

After clawing our way back in to the title race, to fold like that, and be found so wanting was disappionting, so well done to the Mancs, the best team of the season should now go on and win the league.




Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/in-defence-of-a-defender/