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08/11/2005, 11:35 PM
An Outstanding Contribution
A Pete Goulding Poem
John Delaney’s a man of great elocution,
Though others might call it great guff.
Though it’s obvious, Brian, your “outstanding contribution,”
Just wasn’t outstanding enough.
Twinkle Twinkle Stephen Carr
(Purely a personal point ov view, but I believe turning your back on your country at 29 years of age – a la Dean Kiely – is pretty unimpressive)
Twinkle twinkle Stephen Carr,
Now we know just what you are,
Leave the international stage
At twenty nine short years of age,
Twinkle twinkle Stephen Carr,
Greed has just eclipsed your star.
Last Minute Goals
(A veritable plethora of last-minute goals at the moment, with both Cork and Derry managing to maintain long unbeaten runs by the skin of their teeth)
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
They turn the most mild-mannered fans into trolls,
One small event turns the world on its head,
Some feel ecstatic, some wish they were dead.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
Grown men give up football and start playing bowls,
Macedonian nightmare or Spanish delight,
Down in the depths or way up on a height.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
Hero and villain are two different roles.
The line that divides them’s impossibly thin,
Dreams firmly clasped or despatched to the bin.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
To gain an advantage we’d sell off our souls.
To suffer reversal is galling indeed,
Thus praying is part of the footballer’s creed.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
When on the wrong end, there is nothing consoles.
The pain is deep-rooted and claws at your gut,
But oh, when the boot’s on the other team’s foot!
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A Pete Goulding Poem
John Delaney’s a man of great elocution,
Though others might call it great guff.
Though it’s obvious, Brian, your “outstanding contribution,”
Just wasn’t outstanding enough.
Twinkle Twinkle Stephen Carr
(Purely a personal point ov view, but I believe turning your back on your country at 29 years of age – a la Dean Kiely – is pretty unimpressive)
Twinkle twinkle Stephen Carr,
Now we know just what you are,
Leave the international stage
At twenty nine short years of age,
Twinkle twinkle Stephen Carr,
Greed has just eclipsed your star.
Last Minute Goals
(A veritable plethora of last-minute goals at the moment, with both Cork and Derry managing to maintain long unbeaten runs by the skin of their teeth)
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
They turn the most mild-mannered fans into trolls,
One small event turns the world on its head,
Some feel ecstatic, some wish they were dead.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
Grown men give up football and start playing bowls,
Macedonian nightmare or Spanish delight,
Down in the depths or way up on a height.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
Hero and villain are two different roles.
The line that divides them’s impossibly thin,
Dreams firmly clasped or despatched to the bin.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
To gain an advantage we’d sell off our souls.
To suffer reversal is galling indeed,
Thus praying is part of the footballer’s creed.
Oh Lord, won’t you save us from last minute goals,
When on the wrong end, there is nothing consoles.
The pain is deep-rooted and claws at your gut,
But oh, when the boot’s on the other team’s foot!
Read more at www.soccercentral.ie (http://www.soccercentral.ie/viewstory.asp?id=15580&mainheading=eircomonly1&viewstory=yes)