Uninstall me

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You’ve been living in fantasy
There are things money can’t buy
Winning and goals are ecstasy
And so my best I always try

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Cold on the bench, i rub my palm
No praise for winning, defeat means blame
I saw you sit there in qualm
Your head was filled with list of name

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Good players are coming here
Here’s what you think about football
Buy all the stars, oh dear
It’s not PC game after all

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I am the coach, I was now
Walking tall, sacked with pride
Let the Russian show all how
Greed is something he cannot hide

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Just go ahead, uninstall me
Then set a new coach on new game
A new season and a new he
May to The Blues glory and fame


The Italian job is over now. My sympathy to the Tinkerman.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/uninstall-me/