Oh Ye Of Little Faith, Pray Do Enjoy The Game.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s five and twenty to three of a Saturday
West Londoners strolling the streets
Can’t believe what they’re seeing/hearing as Everton’s gaffer
Pleads with each travelling Scouser he meets.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “We can’t field a full team
Wanna realize your dream
And play for us Toffee’s at three?
Old Joe Corrigan’s game
So we’ve chalked in his name
As Tim Howard’s aged understudy”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Well put out a scratch team Everton did
Who made an under fire gaffer right proud
Yakubu was the only pro alongside five kids
As the subs names were tossed to the crowd.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Two young players sat near the dugout
Didn’t even have their names in the programme
And the travelling Evertonians made mugs
Out of us Londoners, as they showed it’s about a team game.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As an assassinated Jo
Did a quite theatrical roll
“Oh he’s doing a Drogba” was heard
Our bang in form strikers
Name’s now used to describe
Every low life what sinks shot to the turf.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As a foot-balling feast for the public
Was served up by two stricken sides:
Us with our problems of dealing with free kicks,
Everton putting the brakes on their slide.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Late in the game as some illusions were shattered
Of smug West Londoners expecting an easy win
“Oi Drogba start working for that hundred grand a week”
Sang out from those not used to home draws or losing.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 All in all a great event
And I’m well pleased I went
Though I turned up as we went one nil down
The scratch Everton team and their fans
Made a tough nail biting match
The best one this term at our ground!



Dear Chelsea fans, especially those new found fair weather punters who’ve jumped on the band-wagon now that we’ve got our mitts on a nice few quid and are going to win the title, this season at a right canter depending on which fish and chip wrapper you read.

Association football (to give it, it’s real and proper moniker) is a game and in any game, as most of us loyal fans know only too well, it is possible to win lose or draw on the odd occasion, and a bloke who’s banging goals in for fun is not the one to blame when the other under strength team are giving it a real go and deserve maybe, just maybe to beat us or at the very least get a draw on the day for showing us how to dig in together as a team when the going gets tough and their sides injury list is as long as that one with Tigers misdeameanours on it.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/oh-ye-of-little-faith-pray-do-enjoy-the-game/?shared=email&msg=fail