Let’s Face It. The Better Team Won.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Tis a bitter pill to swallow
One that’s laced with sad defeat
In harsh reality of the morrow
We’ll be all the more well beat

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Excuses? We can have none
Cos we failed to make a fist
To fight the boys of Tottenham
Who were really up for it.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our form? We left it on the bus
Outside the sacred ground
Where it petered out without a fuss
When any chance of hope came round.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Them North London boys were well able
To go and win a terrific game
So after beating us and Arsenal,
Tottenham Hotspur…. is the capitals top name.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So congrats to all them Tottenham fans
Who’s fortune now has changed
As Gus Poyet and that Juande Ramos man
Bring back days of glory, to a once barren White Hart Lane!



No complaints. We were well beat and the scoreline, but for our keeper could have been a whole lot worse.

One sad note, on the day, about my team Chelsea, Henk Ten Cate, our assistant coach, having to get hold of two or three of our so called internationals and pull them away from the referee, at the final whistle, before they really embarrased themselves and our club in the eyes of the world on live television!

Michael Ballack had to warn the same (ours) players whilst the game was going on, about their conduct. There’s absolutely no need for this sort of thing whatsoever.

The above should take nothing away from a great team performance from Spurs, who’s manager looks to be the man to turn, their once ailing fortunes around.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/lets-face-it-the-better-team-won/