The new England supremo
Mr Fabio Capello
Plans to take the England team
And fulfill our football dream
To raise English spirits up
And win the next world cup
But it would seem
This is just a silly dream
As the only way Mr Capello
The poor deluded fellow
Will take a team as far
As the finals in South Africa
The only way he can deliver
Is as the German team coach driver
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
14th 2008
The
events following the UEFA Cup final at the City of Manchester Stadium
The beautiful game,
Is
the life blood
Coursing
through their veins
These
guardians,
These
stewards and rule makers
It
fills their every waking moment
On
the other hand
They
are:
Frauds
Interested
in
Football
A
little
Being on the top of his sport
Tiger Woods is wealthy,
And he enjoys the trappings
Of being financially healthy
He has bought luxury cars
With what he has won
Once all in pristine condition
But now has a hole-in-one.
Cole and King were seen
Laughing
hysterically
Just
a few hours
After
defeat to Germany
I
saw no humour
In
the way England plays
In
fact I haven’t laughed
For
the past two days
After a dismal start to the season
Woking are slowest out the blocks
With one point from five games
The crowd are angry to their socks
They have singled out a scapegoat
A target for their jeers and mocks
and they call the new striker “jigsaw”
Because he goes to pieces in the box
We were predictable, disorganized, and poor
Our
ineptitude was there for all to see
But
as much as the players failed to turn up
And
performed disappointingly
We
were tactically bereft as well
Because
Fabio Capello has no plan B
Diego Maradonna
He
of the infamous
Hand
of God
Has
been savaged
By
his new pet
The
hound of God
Guardians of the game,
Holders
of the purse strings
The
doers of deals
Honest
as the day is…..
On
the other hand
They
are
First
In
For
All
the dosh
Tiger should now have
Sympathy for baby seals
With first hand knowledge
Of how they feel
As Tiger and the baby seal
Have in common
That they’ve both been clubbed
By a Scandinavian
I never expected us to win the cup
That
was always inconceivable
But
if we played to our potential
The
Quarter finals were achievable
But
when the first ball was kicked
They
were more nightmare than dream
So
I just wanted them to do their best
Clearly
too much to ask of our team
