Marred match

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I hurried home after work, having left later than intended
and listened to the Mancunian misanthrope Morrisey –
hoping against hope that by the end of the night
it would be Rooney, Giggs, Ferguson and co wallowing in that
same wobegotten wretched state of mind.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But unfortunately for me, it was in fact a portent for
my own melancholy, the mise en scène at Stamford Bridge
affording us the sight of a torrid Torres, misfiring once more.
The nearest thing to the magic of Marr, a looping header that was clawed away by the hand in glove, of Edwin van der Sar.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 What difference does it make? Well none, if any other Blue scores
but it’s Bigmouth strikes again;
and what is it with refs that find their lips glued when we have
players felled in the box? Perfectly legitimate penalties turned down.
That joke isn’t funny more.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So we have panic in the streets of London,
no matter the selection, we encounter dejection,
shared by every fellow Blue;
so hang the cliché –
Kevin knows I’m miserable now!


Wednesday 6th April 2011, Champions League QF, 1st leg at Stamford Bridge

Chelsea 0, Man Utd 1
Scorer: Rooney, playing while banned domestically for a foul mouthed outburst at tv cameras when completing his hat-trick against West Ham last week.

On the way home, I happened to have the Smiths greatest hits in the cd player.

This a paean to their mastery.
Spot the song titles!

funnily enough, I wasn’t a fan at the time, more into Ska & 2 Tone.

But I get them now.
& I loved Marr’s work with Modest Mouse!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/marred-match/