The Biter Bit?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Us football fans
Really love dicing with death
When it comes down to taking “The Michael”
Smugly sat in our stands
We ridicule and jest
Some stuff is borderline spiteful.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “A complete waste of money,
Our kid would have scored,
That Herbert has two feet marked “L”
You’re history Sonny,
Judged on last weeks performance
Oi gaffer get rid of, pray sell”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Raised questions on: gender; parentage;
Anything goes when you’re slated
“He’s been out on a bender, I swear it
That geezer is so…over-rated”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then it comes back
To bite us in a vulnerable spot
Just as we think we’re so clever
Cast your mind to Old Trafford
And that quite simply beautiful Arjen Robben pot
Will we ever learn? Straight up it seems to me…never!



How many times has that player you’ve been having a pop at, whether a homer or an awayer, had the last laugh by sticking one in the old onion bag taken from Lord knows where and won the game. leaving you and your fellow wind up merchants absolutely and totally gutted?

Judging by what I could hear being sung on the telly the other night, at Old Trafford. Bayern Munich’s Arjen Robben did just that as the prawn sandwich brigade were dumped out of The Champions League, by a simply stunning strike and forced to eat, dare I say it? A gigantic slice of humble pie by a bloke who on another day could have been playing for United?



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-biter-bit/