WHO PUT THE GER IN ANGER

 

Waves of Rangers blue

Relentlessly Attack

Wave upon wave

Push their opponents back

 

But this valiant effort

This Rangers blue tide

That moved with precision

Pushing opponents aside

 

Did not happen in the stadium

Nor was a ball at their feet

This game took place

On Manchesters city streets

 

The Waves of Rangers blue

With alcohol fuelled Fight

Brought to bear upon the police

Their vengeance and their spite

 

But if during the match

Such passion had been on show

Then the UEFA cup

Might have gone to Glasgow 

 

May 14^th 2008

The events following the UEFA Cup final at the City of Manchester Stadium

THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER

 

Was it the organisation?

That was to blame

Or profiteering retailers

Perhaps too greedy

Pubs and clubs to liberal?

Uninterested in consequences

A faulty screen was a factor

In the ensuing conflict

But all of the above played a part

So technology caused the spark

And Alcohol fuelled the flames

What began with scuffle and skirmish

Erupted in a volcano of hate

And then the battle commenced

As the angry and the drunk

Rampaged through the city

The police were mobilised

To quell hostilities

But hopelessly out numbered

The had to withdraw

They fell back to regroup

Pursued by packs

Of blue clad animals

In the mêlée

A lone officer, a tail ender

Already wounded by a bottle

Stumbled and fell before his pursuers

They quickly surrounded him

And kicks rained in on him

But amidst this madness, this carnage

A Rangers fan, an ex-army man

Hauled the stricken officer to his feet

And dragged him away from the fight

At first stunned the thugs looked on bemused

Then they charged on

Urged on by the soldier

The officer ran muscles burning

But for the soldier propelling him along

The officer would have fallen

Then sanctuary was in sight

A police van sat invitingly

But they must run on

The soldier yelled encouragement

The officer responded

As they reached the police van

The officer was pushed into the back

And a line of yellow coated police

Swarmed onto the attacking Rangers phalanx

And in that instant the soldier was gone

Where did he go, the Good Samaritan

Who was he? This saviour

The ex-soldier whose humanity

Surpassed his baser instincts

Will we ever know who he was?

Or where he came from

Should we try to find him?

To heap glory on him

Or should we just thank God for him

 

May 14^th 2008

The events following the UEFA Cup final at the City of Manchester Stadium

SUMMER SEASON

 

The summer started oh so well

With a Euro football banquet

Though sadly the home nations

Were unable to attend it

But the Euros inevitably led

To the curse of footie nations

The summer transfer market

And the incessant speculation

After the Euros came Wimbledon

And I cheered on the plucky brit

Then suffered our inclement climate

While being bored by the Cricket

I watched the windblown whingers

Hacking round at the British open

Then courtesy of the highlights

I sat and watched it all again

Then more newspaper talk

Of who will stay and who will go

Who is in and who is out

And more stories about Ronaldo

Two weeks away on the costas

Helped to numb the pain

Then home to more paper talk

And of course more summer rain

Even the upcoming Olympics

Fail to give me inspiration

Thinking of all that track and field

Merely deepens my depression

The only thing to break my torpor

And to rejuvenate my heart

Is to hear that shrill whistle blow

And have the football season start

EURO TRASH

 

After another dismal round of European qualifiers

I think it’s time for a change

There are too many countries now

So, I propose something radical

Norway and Sweden should merge

To become Swedway or Norden

Spain and Portugal could become

Sportugal, Porpain or Spugal

Denmark and Finland would be Finmark

Belgium and Holland would become Belland

Germany and Austria would either be

Gerstria or the fourth Reich

The Balkan states could reform as Yugoslavia

Greece and Turkey could be Treece or Gurkey

The USSR could regroup, for sporting reasons only of course

And the home nations could combine to become England

GO FOURTH

 

Who will finish fourth?

Will it be Liverpool?

Who will stake their claim?

Or will Aston Villa rule

Who will stand tall?

Will it be Man City?

That win the prize

Or will Spurs be sitting pretty

Who will go forth?

Into the Champions League

To dine at the top table

Who of these wannabes?

 

Liverpool were last the champions

More than 20 years ago

Aston villa weren’t crowned

For 30 years or so

Its more than 40 years

Since Man City won

And Spurs were last the winners

In 1961

 

But the Champion’s League beckons

For these wannabes

These trophyless also ran’s

How can that be?

UEFA CHAMPIONS GREED

 

I hate the Champion’s League

On so many levels

I hate it because it’s a competition

Devised by money grubbing devils

 

I hate it because you have to enter it

Because that is where the money is found

Money to lure the pampered prima donnas

To your particular ground

 

I hate it because it is ceded

So the best teams are always on view

So that UEFA can optimise

Their television revenue

 

I hate it because it doesn’t seem to know

What it really wants to be

Is it a knock out competition?

Or the beginnings of the super league

 

But I hate it most of all

Above all other considerations

Because the European Champions League

Has so few actual champions

 

Post Script

 

Well all the above is true

But I regret the overriding reason

That I hate it so passionately is that

We have been knocked out this season

THE PRIDE OF ENGLAND

 

Everyone full of national pride

The atmosphere was electrified

St George’s cross’s everywhere

As our Englishness we’d share

They didn’t win the cup out east

While serving up a football feast

They won new friends out there

And hearts of people everywhere

Bringing new pride to the nation

And deserving of our admiration