Ballad of Brian and Rico

Standing in the airport of Dublin
Trying to get to sweden or prague
The man in Ladbrokes
Said, you’re gonna get hacked
You know, they didn’t even give us a chance

Shels, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We’ll win the Champions League

Finally broke the hoodoo in Tolka
Roy left Heary bitter and bruised
There the title was won
The midget could shout on and on
but nearly all his credit was gone.

Shels, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We’ll win the Champions League.

Drove from Leeside to the Ballybofey farm,
Still going for the cup and the league
We forgot our cans
the stadium was mank
but Flynny sent us home with wet pants.

Shels, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We’ll win the Champions League.

Now we’re heading to the Lansdowne in Dublin
Baher booorger off some skanger in town
The FAI Cups the biz
Georgie won’t miss
They should’ve left us take on the swiss

Shels, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We’ll win the Champions League

But first we have ta shut up Fat Dolan
in the craphole of the RSC
get three points in the sack
whilst winning the title back
doing laps of cartwheels on the running track

Shels, you know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We’ll win the Champions League
We’ll win the Champions League

We’ll win the Champions League
We’ll win the Champions League

Superb!
:D

Excellent! :D

''the two of us going nowhere''

Looks like the blaahs get an orgasm everytime they manage to get a point against us...:rolleyes:

There is more to the season that 3 games a year lads, if you could understand that you might not be figthing against relegation again.....

No, but we get a hell of a kick out of it when we deny ye 3 points "again".
Every time a derby comes up ye come on our messge board saying we are going to take over your stand,make comments about our team and to see yer faces at the end of the games is enough for me.
Oh just in case you have forgotten the most important fact in that feeble little mind of yours ---WE ARE THE ONLY TEAM IN THE COUNTRY THAT YE HAVE FAILED TO BEAT THIS YEAR AND THAT SAYS IT ALL.:D :D

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Originally Posted by Mental Man

Oh just in case you have forgotten the most important fact in that feeble little mind of yours ---WE ARE THE ONLY TEAM IN THE COUNTRY THAT YE HAVE FAILED TO BEAT THIS YEAR AND THAT SAYS IT ALL.:D :D

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we're your cup final?

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Originally Posted by Mental Man

No, but we get a hell of a kick out of it when we deny ye 3 points "again".
Every time a derby comes up ye come on our messge board saying we are going to take over your stand,make comments about our team and to see yer faces at the end of the games is enough for me.
Oh just in case you have forgotten the most important fact in that feeble little mind of yours ---WE ARE THE ONLY TEAM IN THE COUNTRY THAT YE HAVE FAILED TO BEAT THIS YEAR AND THAT SAYS IT ALL.:D :D

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Nice one Mental Man. Fair play , you got another draw against City.
Now you can all go back to your own mb and call each other names for the next 6 months.
Happy days for WUFC, eh?;)

Great minds think alike, eh?

http://www.footballpoets.org/p.asp?Id=10746

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Originally Posted by The Sheliban

Great minds think alike, eh?

http://www.footballpoets.org/p.asp?Id=10746

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You can't beat originality, nice one Pete.
I'll have to start posting my own masterpieces.

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Originally Posted by The Sheliban

Great minds think alike, eh?

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Christ,
really hadn't seen that. Ha.

Unless he's the one doing the infringing of MY copyright.:)

http://forum.shelbournefc.ie/chat/viewtopic.php?t=4661

We will not succumb to such immoral demands
We will shout, scream and bellow from the stands.
The hat is made of sterner stuff you’ll see
It’ll take what you can give it, all for free
It will baffle you with verbiage, I’m sure you’ll imbibe
Contemporaneous ebullience, oral diatribe
Mackers head will be pounding, he won’t be the first
Temples will be throbbing, heads fit to burst.
Release it unharmed and we’ll see you’ll survive
Despite your attempts at kidnap and connive

But until that day dawns, free hats the world over
Whether at the Cross, the Brandy, or the Shamrock of Rover
will stand with the City in defiance of evil.
And head for the title despite the upheaval
Pete and macker may think this is mirth
Begone such evil from this godly earth
And before ye think ye’ve got it on a plate
Be sure we’re going for eight wins out of eight
Pete, you and Macker should’ve thought this one through
Heres a few words of wisdom for Macker and you
"We will not waver. We shall prevail.
We will not falter, and we will not fail."

Sweet Lord, that was QUICK!!!

And bloody good too!

You should both post on footballpoets - help redress all the Premiership stuff.

Actually, Risteard, I expect we're both infringing John Lennon's copyright, so expect a letter from Yoko shortly.

In view of the continuing silence,
I’ve ripped off a piece of its lining.
I hate to resort to such violence,
But its constantly whingeing and whining.

The hat is now visibly shaken,
You can’t get much sense now from him,
And Macker has recently taken
To cutting off chunks of the brim.

He’s purchased a surgical laser,
A wrench and a screwdriver too,
And he’s dancing around with a razor
Singing “Stuck in the Middle with You.”

The screams from the hat are distressing,
It’s breaking my poor heart to hear it.
In fact I regard it a blessing
That Rico ain’t anywhere near it.

This hat, once so fine and so handsome,
Is now feeling battered and sore,
So why not accept this small ransom,
And come up and play for a draw?

Me thinks dat you misunderstands
We shall never accept your demands
It will take any pain you apply
Until it’s the time for goodbye
From the rim to the brim, lining to exterior
We can’t just give in cos ure feeling inferior
Another martyr to our holy grail.
We’ll be there Friday night without fail.
In case before you weren’t attentive
You’ve just given our boys the incentive
We’ll win it in spite, you can be sure of that
Raise a glass to our hero, the bould Rico’s Hat

Macker’s just informed me that
Martyrs, Razor, are old hat.
But this disgusting little chap
Is quite a feather in our cap.
Oh yes, he soon will face perdition,
A helpless victim of hat-trition.
His end will be uniquely crude,
Due to your selfish hat-titude,
Condemned to a quite gruesome fate,
Because you won’t cap-itulate.
So say farewell, he’ll shortly fly
To that great hatstand in the sky.

You can squeeze or pull, scald or batter
We shall rebuild him tatter by tatter
Imagine getting all upset
And we haven’t even bate ye yet.
Remorse, guilt, are ye so unfeeling
I can see you’re not exactly peeling
I can’t believe ye’d be that vicious
Heartless, callous or cap-ricious
With our hearts as big as Mary Harney
We’ll swop the hat for Liam Kearney
But before the exchange, if the cap fits.
Throw Wesley in and we’ll call it quits

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Originally Posted by Mental Man

No, but we get a hell of a kick out of it when we deny ye 3 points "again".

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That would be 2 points ye denied us at YOUR HOME ground. Its still 1 point for a draw.

Once he was a skinny runt,
Possessed of insubstantial front,
So very weedy-looking that
Somebody even stole his hat,
And it was even commonplace
To get some sand kicked in his face.

And thus he went down to the gym,
Where body builders worked on him.
Twice a day he pumped the weights,
And checked his metabolic rates,
Got dizzy doing circuit training,
But did it all without complaining.

And thus, before too very long,
He grew extremely big and strong,
Bulging biceps, slender tones,
Sinews stretching over bones,
Until he was completely fat-less,
When they nicknamed him Charles Hatless.