A Footie Manager, by S. Hodgson, Orton Goldhay
Published Date:
18 April 2008
Divinely given and taken away,
Leading a hoard from going astray,
A God given right and put here on earth -
To bring us some hope and deliver re-birth
Their minds are as quick and tempering too
By binding the skills of a team with such glue
That, under such pressures becomes a great mix,
Of plans and of strategies that foil quick tricks
Their image stares out in so many directions,
In papers and print - to drive our perceptions
Of their great fortune and love of a game
To them, set and match are one of the same.
Open and warm are his best illusions
They are nothing more than wicked delusions,
A veneer of contentment and sheer happiness
And yet underneath it, he's in much of a mess
His sorrowed brow, and disheartened face
Are ready to leave this - unforgiving place
The ridicules and boo's had taken its toll
Nothing was left at the end of his role
A pyre of wet ashes are all that remain
A hole in his place encumbered with pain
The board stare hardly but dismiss with regret
Yet his name will go on, and few will forget
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Last Updated:
18 April 2008 2:59 PM
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Location:
Peterborough
