Off To A Dire.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “The anxiety of the public
Had filtered down to the team”
A goal behind four minutes in
We were struggling out at sea.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No touchlines threats or warming up
Meant things would get much worse
So we put our faith in lady luck
Whilst belting out a dirge.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Kalou looked lackadaisical
Subbed before haft-time
The Baggies sensed: might be their day
So put us under fire.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We performed for fifteen minutes
To eventually win the game
“Our worst display in ages innit?”*
Arks a bloke near me to his mate.*

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 New manager, new season
Does it matter? No it don’t
We were off the pace, a reason?
A lame excuse, and awful more the point.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When we’ve parted with dough
Turned up for a show
In our thousands to sit in a stadium
We’ve a right to applaud
Jeer, or put to the sword,
The team, with our voices and name them!


The opening quote was from our new manager, speaking on MotD Saturday night. In plain speak: we were awful.

As someone who has used various forms of slang more often than most in his stuff. The latest lot has me totally confused. Arks or so I’m told means to ask. Innit describes us (our team that is) who were before we put the second one away, totally agin the run of play, to eventually win the day.

Go well and be lucky.




Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/off-to-a-dire/