When There’s Nothing You Can Do!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Lying face down in wet, soft forgiving mud,
After diving, desperately, and failing
To keep a long range shot out of the net.
You wonder to yourself, what am I doing here,
What a way to spend a Saturday morning?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The fella, who’s foot driven exocet just beat you
Picks the ball out of the net.
‘Hard luck, keeper’ he says,
And runs back, amidst the congratulations of his team-mates,
En route to the half way line.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It’s your fault, it always is.Team-mates stand dejected,
Hands on hips, some look to the sky for guidance,
Others glare at you, with red hot daggers.
Did they try to get in the way
Of that last rocket shot, that flew past you?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 No. But that’s just the way it is,
When you’re the last line of defence
So you pick yourself up, dust yourself down
And start bawling at your team-mates in….blame!



Been there, done that and I still have the treasured memories!

The defenders are blaming you, you’re blaming them, no-one cares to think, for a second, in the heat of the moment, when the tactics have gone wrong and we’re all pointing the finger at one and other…. What an absolutely terrific goal that young fella on the other team, has just scored against….us!

And those, you can’t apportion blame or make any allowances for!

They’re just magic!



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/when-theres-nothing-you-can-do/