As a footballer I must confess
My skills locker is
somewhat bereft
I am a naturally two
footed player
But unfortunately,
both of them are left
As a footballer I must confess
My skills locker is
somewhat bereft
I am a naturally two
footed player
But unfortunately,
both of them are left
There are many differences
Between Rugby and
football
Rules, number of
players, ball shape
Goal posts, pitch
markings, duration
And so on and so forth
It was once said that
football
Is a gentleman’s game
played by ruffian’s
And Rugby a ruffian’s
game played by gentleman
Not quite as true as
it used to be
But still not far off
the mark
I’ve even heard it
said
That Football is
played by children
And Rugby by grownups
But for me the
difference
Can best be defined in
this way
A Footballer spends 90
minutes
Pretending to be
injured
While a Rugby player
spends 80 minutes
Pretending that he is not
They sing the homesick
blues
“We miss our families”
These pampered prima
donnas
Living in 5 star
luxury
In Afghanistan they
are home sick
They miss their
families
The soldiers living in
tents
Under fire from the
enemy
They sing the we’re
bored blues
“There’s like nothing
to do”
Like a bunch of seven-year-olds
Not men of over 22
We are so bored with
these players
And their incessant
whining
Waited on hand and
foot
Living it up on 5 star
dinning
They sing the we’re
tired blues
Like we have any
sympathy
Only having to play
once a week
Then after training
they are free
We’re tired waiting
for our heroes
When eleven strangers
appear
Where are the
premiership stars?
Who play weekly
without fear
We sing the England
blues
As each tournament
comes around
When each and every
time
Our dreams lie tattered on the ground
Who will finish
fourth?
Will it be Liverpool?
Who 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 trophy less also
ran’s
How can that be?
She was without her knickers at Twickers
There was a little thatch
at Brans Hatch
There was a blushing
fellow at flushing meadow
When she was legs
akimbo in the limo
The beautiful game
Is one of different
hues
It can redden your
face
And cause marital
blues
Especially when you
add
An excess of cheap
booze
When victory is
achieved
Sex often ensues
But it’s a different
story
If he watches them
lose
He’ll wear a football
shirt
And she’ll wear a
bruise
The bigger the match
The shorter his fuse
As he rants and raves
She shakes in her
shoes
At the final whistle
Full of anger and
booze
He wears red and white
She wears black and
blue
Goodluck Jonathon’s response to the failure
Of the Nigeria team in
South Africa
Is to ban them from
internationals
For the next two year
which is radical
The English FA
considered doing the same
For the good of the
English game
But decided not to at
an FA meeting
As no one would notice
England not competing
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 actually think
Football
Is interesting
For
About a minute
She was my little sex kitten
Lively and playful
Very kittenish indeed
I had long hankered
after her
With her Reassuring
curvaceousness
And the feeling was
apparently mutual.
She had a liking for
the open air
And a penchant for the
dangerous
So, while her husband
played 18 holes
We played around
And made love in the
long grass
Beside the eighteenth
green
At the world cup
Maradona has called
for fair play
And he wants referees
To understand the meaning,
he says
He could perhaps give
FIFA
An example of fair
play
Like not punching the
ball into the net
That would be one way
Rafa is leaving Anfield
So, a new regime is
brewing
There is a new job
That he is actively
pursuing
And it’s a great shame
That a new club is
wooing
The last thing
Manchester wants
Is the prospect of
Liverpool renewing
By employing a manager
Who actually knows
what he’s doing
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