United Untied

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Moyes paces the touchline bug-eyed
as Man U pass the ball to death:
sideways, backward, anywhere but forward.
Going nowhere fast, Moyes’ face
getting grimmer and grimmer,
grey like the sky over Old Trafford;
theatre of dreams virtually silent,
tuneless without Rooney,
Evans and Evra creaking in defence,
Van Persie bereft up front,
no class or guile in midfield.
Clatter of empty seats
for the second time in a week
as the punters vote with their feet.
Clamour against Moyes and his boys
reaches fever pitch.



I predicted that Man Utd wouldn’t make the top 4 at the start of the season. I haven’t seen anything in their recent performances to make me change my mind. They are poor.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/united-untied/