Wednesday, 10 February 2021

TEN MINUTES LATE

 

In a brand-new job and in a brand-new town

       A young man named George started working

A group of his fellow employees always met

       For a round of golf every Saturday morning

After finding out that George was a golfer

       He was asked if he could make the golf date

George replied that he would love to play

       But that he might well be ten minutes late

On Saturday morning he was there at ten

       He played right-handed and won the play

Next week George says that he will be there

       But he may be ten minutes late on the day

He shows up right on time and proceeded

       To play golf left-handed, and win the round

This continues for a fair number of weeks

       He may be ten minutes late on the ground

But without fail always turns up on time

       And then wins playing with either hand

The other players are getting fed up with this

       And an explanation for this they all demand

“George, every Saturday you say you may be

       Ten minutes late, but are never late to begin

“Then you play either right or left-handed”

       “And despite this” they said, “you always win?”

 “I’m superstitious so every Saturday I wake up

       I look over at my wife in the first morning light

If she sleeps on her left side, I play left-handed

       If she’s sleeping on her right side, I play right”

They absorbed this information with disbelief

      “Well,” one of the men said “tell us straight”

“What happens if she is laying on her back?”

      George replies, “Then I’m ten minutes late.”

MANCHESTER UNITED DARKEST HOUR

 

Broken in he twisted wreckage

The victims of Munich’s winter carnage

Crashing in the snow and ice

There would have to be a fearful price

And when the bill was finally reckoned

Deaths reaper grimly beckoned

Towards the twenty-three poor souls

That appeared on his fearsome rolls

Young men cut down in their prime

Older ones who thought they’d more time

Were all taken from that grisly place

To feel the breath of heaven on their face

Taking the souls who died in the snow

To where the innocents and the heroes go

JIMMY MURPHY 6TH FEBRUARY 1958

 

In those brief moments,

Jimmy was happy,

On top of the world.

He had reached the pinnacle

Wales in the World Cup Finals

United in the European semis

Life was good

Life was very good indeed

 

Then the news came

Of a crash in the snow

And suddenly

Life wasn’t so good.

Information,

Patchy at first

Trickled in,

Not all reliable

Miss information

Spread like the plague,

Then the facts emerged

From amongst the fictions

So many dead

So many lost

And for the living

Life would never be the same

 

Jimmy blamed himself

For being so smug

For being so happy

For being alive

A TALE OF HEROES

 

Young heroes returning

From a far-off foreign field

With hard fought victory won

Where the valiant refused to yield

 

Like heroes from Homers Iliad

Exalted in the legends

But in the Germanic snows

The heroes journey ends

 

As the Gods of winter struck

Fire and ice took its toll

And the names were duly writ

Upon an eternal honour roll

 

Geoff Bent, Roger Byrne (Capt)

Duncan Edwards, Billy Whelan

David Pegg, Tommy Taylor

Mark Jones and Eddie Colman

 


Monday, 8 February 2021

ACED

 

My uncle sadly died at Wimbledon

He was a killed by a tennis ball

I wasn’t too sad at the funeral

It was a lovely service after all

THE BEST IN THE WORLD

 

I won’t hear a word against our tennis players

It’s true that they certainly have their detractors

But I have always thought British players

Make truly world-class tennis commentators

Sunday, 7 February 2021

BOTLEY BILLY

 

 

Billy Casey is the Botley United F.C. team captain
He’s just bettered his club scoring record again
In ninety matches he’s now scored twenty-three
He’s second highest scorer now just behind o.g

Saturday, 6 February 2021

JOHN JAMES "JOHNNY" BERRY (1 JUNE 1926 – 16 SEPTEMBER 1994)

 

The Forgotten Babe

John James "Johnny" Berry

Survived the wreckage

Amidst the snows of Munich

Though the crash didn’t end his life

He never played again

JOHN "JACKIE" BLANCHFLOWER (7 MARCH 1933 – 2 SEPTEMBER 1998)

 

Nicknamed "Twiggy"

John "Jackie" Blanchflower

Survived the wreckage

Amidst the snows of Munich

Though the crash didn’t end his life

It did bring his footballing career

To an untimely end

IN TRAGEDIES WAKE – MUNICH 1958

 

At Old Trafford

In tragedies wake

In the eerie quiet

The terraces echoed

The mournful silence

And even the empty

Seats shed tears

For The busby babes

A MARK OF RESPECT – ARE YOU LISTENING LEEDS UTD

 

In the aftermath of Munich

All of football felt the loss

In an altogether more

Caring and respectful time

When fans of all teams

Out of respect, wore black

And stadia were universally quiet

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