Apr 262012
By Bob Smith.
| Fitba fans are noo fleein Fae the shite they are seein Played on pitches throwoot the land Their heids they are scratchin At fit they are watchin Coaches beery their heids in the sand . The gemme is noo borin Fin teams are nae scorin Nae players git on the scoresheet Ti fans it’s a scunner Git forrit they thunner Some teams try nae ti git beat . Nae goalmouth scrambles Or quick passin gambles Haud on ti the ba is the goal Nae fleein wingers Fa at crosses war slingers A striker’s a richt lonely soul . The gemme’s played in midfield Neither team it dis yield Ti move faist they nivver aspire We maun keep possession Is a coach’s confession Scorin goalswis eence the desire . The coaches div sing Results are the thing So AABODY defends at the back Strikers noo in defence Fin things get ower tense There’s nae bugger left in attack . If wi dinna concede The coaches wull plead Wi micht sneak a goal near the eyn Fans fin iss a bore An some they div snore Tryin hard their seats ti recline |
Players they faa ower Some are a richt shower Sma contact?- they’re doon on the grun Chiels clutchin their face As actors they’re ace In sic folly the fans fin nae fun . So things maun be changed In the heids o the deranged A mair positive style wi shud see Or I’m feart itherwise We’ll see the demise O a gemme eence flowin an free . Attack attack attack We maun noo bring back Leave defences ti cope wi attackers If a goal is lit in Dinna think it’s a sin Jist gyaang an score twa crackers . It’s doon ti cost Some fans are lost Gweed money is pyed ti watch piss If the gemme’s poor Fer 30 minutes plus an oor Mair and mair wull gie it a miss . A’m gettin lang in the tooth An fair doon in the mooth At fit eence wis “the beautiful game” Lots o matches are crap Wi tackles ower the tap Fit we’re seein’s a richt bliddy shame . . . . . . ©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2012 |