Robbing Robins.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The ball struck his arms once then twice,
but Crouch cleared the ball in a trice.
Quick break, ball’s at the other end,
cross for ball in net, Crouch to send.
No players surround the referee,
though it was plain for all to see.
That the beanpole Pompey lad,
hand-balled, a penalty was to be had.
It didn”t happen at the Stretford End,
so no referee’s ear to bend.
No Fergie with his rants and moans,
to berate a hapless Mr.Jones.
But Bristol’s boss was still upbeat,
“The lads were heroes in defeat.”
Let’s hope the Premier is their prize,
if they do they must get street wise.



Credit to Bristol’s players and manager who deserved more than they got against Portsmouth.
Crouch brought a new meaning to ball juggling.
I wonder how the Untouchables in the Premier would have reacted if their team didn”t get a blatent penalty.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/robbing-robins/