"I started writing poems at the age of 69 years when
I was caught by a camera travelling at 35 miles per
hour and I had to pay the financial penalty and, of
course, had the three points put on my licence.
That was my first and only 'conviction' and I have
to say I was somewhat miffed"
SCOLARI 3 ERIKSSON 0
Well, that's
it then, for four more years,
We've been
let down: reduced to tears,
Now we must
see some big heads rolling,
Whilst, for
Sven, the bell is tolling.
They're
coming home; they're coming home,
The England
lads are coming home,
St. George's
flags all hanging limply,
Not good
enough, to put it simply.
Some loyal
fans believed the hype,
Which, in
the end, was seen as tripe,
Exciting
football' That it ain't,
Reminds me
just of drying paint.
For fans
supporting ING-ER-LAND,
Much better
things they must demand,
We failed to
meet our true potential,
Now speedy
action's most essential.
Under-performance by the team,
Abruptly
ends our lovely dream,
The high
hopes of the fans left shattered,
Millions of
dreams lie torn and tattered,
As soon as
Rooney lost his cool,
Our chance
became, well, miniscule,
We'd not be
crowned 'Kings of the Castle,'
Can't even
blame his metatarsal.
Ronaldo may have been a factor,
And Carvalho,
too, 's a brilliant actor,
But for
Rooney there is no excuse,
He must now
stew in his very own juice.
First
Beckham's gone, then Wayne's red mist,
Could this
prove to be the catalyst'
We did see
grit and determination,
But it ended
in humiliation.
When it came
down to the penalty kicks,
I felt that
we'd be knocked for six,
Then we saw
great skill and real bravado,
From the
Portuguese 'keeper, Ricardo.
Our best
squad in decades, we'd been told,
But we must
improve a hundredfold,
They failed
to keep our hopes alive,
Now some
must see P45.
There'll be
lots of tears in Baden-Baden,
In 'POSH' shops: clubs: the beer garden,
As the sale
of Champagne finally flags,
On the
departure of the so-called WAGs. **
In general I
would like to see,
Much greater
use of technology,
But just for
the doubtful, BIG decision,
Which we
clearly see on television.
The
referees'case I'm not extolling,
For some of
them were quite apPOLLing,
But players,
too, must take much blame,
Before they
ruin this lovely game.
We must
really end this dire charade,
Players
waving the imaginary card,
Sometimes
for yellow and often red,
We should
kill it off, right now: stone dead!
It doesn't
seem an English failing,
But
certainly needs, I'd say, curtailing,
Though some
may smile and others bellow,
The guilty
players should get a yellow.
No player
should then escape scot-free,
Should he
seek to sway the referee,
To pat him
on the back: applaud,
Or thank him
for a 'right' award.
It could be
stopped in the highest quarters,
And would be
welcomed by real supporters,
It's just
another form of cheating,
And must be
soon made self-defeating.
But now's
the time we can reflect,
What did you
truthfully expect'
It'll all be
back in twenty-ten,
I doubt I'll
be around by then.
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** One or
two people may still not be aware that WAGs is the term
given to the 'Wives & Girlfriends'of players.
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PS I
believe that Rooney's initial foul on Carvalho was NOT
intentional but his actions thereafter were certainly
unwise. Don't be at all surprised if, come the start of
the new season, Cristiano Ronaldo moves on quickly to
pastures new in some other country.
©George Kirby 2006
(02-07-2006)
Rainbow
sheep
