See you next week, Trev?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Nil-Nil and there’s only been five torturous minutes on the clock
But it already looks like their defence is solid as the proverbial rock.
I’ve got a nasty feeling about our chances today-
Should have gone to the pub with the lads; should have stayed well away.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s Nil-Nil at half time- what do you make of it, Trevor?
We could play till the moon turned to blue and white stripes, mate; it’ll be nil-nil forever.
The fans broke into a chant that time we crossed the halfway line,
While the Gaffer’s incandescent (think he’s definitely in line for a fine).

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Nil-Nil still and we’re well into the second half…
My feet are freezing- can’t feel a thing below the calf!
The players should be paying us to watch this flippin’ tripe
Oi! There’s kids down here, mate, who don’t want to hear language that ripe!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I told you before kick-off- don’t you remember what I said?
The closest we’ve come to scoring was that shot into Row Z.
Come on, let’s go- it’s already the last minute of added time.
The way they’ve played today… I tell you, it’s a crime.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Hold on… what a ball! He’s put him clean through!
He’s only gone and scored! Just like I told you!
One-Nil to the Albion- game over! And what about that pass?
See you next week then, Trev? Absolutely- that was sheer class!


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/see-you-next-week-trev/