1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At least we’re consistent
We even lost in Space
We are the Champions by Freddie Mercury
Played ironically at our place

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Our manager is Martian O’Neill
Assisted by Mark Venus
At first we were really good
Honest, you should have seen us

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We had Almunia in goal
A front line of shooting stars
It was just heavenly
‘Til they discovered S p a c e – bars

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We couldn’t play on turf-of-astro
Noughts we had a-plenty
Not on our bank balance needless to say
Squad valued at ten pounds 20

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We came back down to Earth
The situation of gravity
We were beaten by Plutos Eleven
Lost to underdogs on satellite TV

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They brought in cosMick McCarthy
To give them a rocket at half-time
The kit revamped to give them a lift-
off with the old, on with silver and lime

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The pitch was pretty rough
It was full of craters
We lost again convincingly
To maintain relegation status

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Our efforts eclipsed by opposition
Fullbacks half-hearted, nothing new
E.T. stands for extra time
We’ve still got it all to do!



I Saturn the bench to eat my Launch and pondered: is our team viewed as Universally Feared Opposition or Unimportant Forlorn Observers?
Don’t need a telescope to work that one out.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/spacious/