Sit. Vac. Nov15 @ FFC

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Leaderless, faultering, eternal poor neighbours
of famous-named clubs (and one rouble rich!)
Not gaining rewards deserved of our labours
because of our tactics out there on the pitch.
Don’t say it’s a crisis.. just say “opportunity”
to turn round this habit of scrape to survive…
Just go find a leader with extra impunity…
Someone to channel our skill and our drive.
Who’ll take up the reins and stand and deliver
to don that mantle of Jean’s and of Roy’s?
To advance our dear club, down by the river?
The man for the moment is one David Moyes!



Who’s out there to take us forward….?

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/sit-vac-nov15-ffc/