Sinking with Armbands

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Captain’s armband, black tourniquet
No longer commanding respect
Court cases, lies, adultery
Perceived decency is wrecked

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 These men represent us, our country
Exposed on the pitch, nowhere to hide
Three lions on the shirts
But no pride

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Ask children to name our fine captains
They say ‘Birdseye, Scarlet, Kirk’
A leader should have more in his locker
Than dark corners where scandal lurks


Wasn’t it good when our relationship with a footballer consisted of 90 minutes on a Saturday afternoon? What he did the rest of the week, we neither knew or cared. Now it’s flash cars, flash photography and microphones up the nostrils 24/7. Bring back a little mystery, return footballers to the back pages and keep them off pages 1 – 34 in every Sunday tome. The beautiful game has always had it’s ‘bad’ boys but like Malcolm Allison, who we sadly lost this week, they carried it all off with panache and wit so we forgave them any sin. Now the bad boys are just tacky thugs.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/sinking-with-armbands/