Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Euro 2012 Day 12 Match 1

England 1 Ukraine 0

This England team is difficult to figure,
a riddle and a puzzle, an enigma.
When they attack, they’re making schoolboys snigger
and still they have the old defensive stigma.
They’re ponderous and beatable
and eminently defeatable
but though they should be firmly in the soup,
still, they very easily topped their group.

This England team should be back home in Blighty
instead of squaring up to the Italians.
They must have struck a deal with Aphrodite
and could be coming home with gold medallions.
The tabloids are derogative
and question their prerogative
but though nobody gives the team a chance,
still they topped Ukraine, the Swedes and France.

This England team defies close analysing
but still, they’re here while others have gone home.
They’re very poor, but would it be surprising
if they broke the hearts of everyone in Rome?
This is really scatty stuff.
They’ve courage – but is that enough?
Technically they should be on the spot
but they’re still here while Netherlands are not.

Euro 2012 Day 11 Match 2

Italy 2 Ireland 0

It’s the end of the Euros as we know it.
When we needed it fast, we chose to slow it.
The gulf was too great for us to row it.
The grass was too long for us to mow it.
The rip was too large for us to sew it.
Our baggage was too big for us to stow it.
We had to play our best. We played below it.
It was hard for the fanciful poet.
We bought champagne but had to forego it.
We were downcast but chose not to show it.
The performance improved much, although it
sometimes seemed we were trying to throw it.
We’d a free kick but couldn’t Pirlo it.
We’d a dream but conspired to blow it.
Yes, it’s the end of the Euros as we know it
and I feel...

Euro 2012 Day 11 Match 1

Spain 1 Croatia 0

The Croatians knew
they could dam the stream
and stem the flowing tide,

though there were few
believed the dream
that Spain could be defied.

To give them their due,
there remained a gleam
that their tournament hadn’t died,

but what can you do
when the Spanish team
has Jesus in their side?

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, give us something to shout about,
to make us forget all our woes.
Something we’ll be able to spout about
wherever the sweet Guinness flows.
A deft Houghton header?
A great Whelan screamer?
Am I too demanding?
Am I just a dreamer?
Oh Lord, give us something to shout about,
to make us forget all our woes.

Oh Lord, give us something to scream about
amid all the trouble and strife.
Something that we all can dream about
when we’re making love to the wife.
A Sheedy grass-cutter?
A Niall Quinn  tap-in?
An O’Leary peno?
Oh please make it happen.
Oh Lord, give us something to scream about
amid all the trouble and strife.

Oh Lord, give us something to talk about
and we promise we’ll stay clear of sin.
Oh, don’t let our defence go walkabout
and don’t let an early goal in.
A Ray Houghton volley?
A Robbie Keane rocket?
A Gary Breen flick on?
Oh don’t let them block it.
Oh Lord, give us something to talk about
and we promise we’ll stay clear of sin.

Euro 2012 Day 10 Match 2

Portugal 2 Netherlands 1

The Dutch are gone
amid much sobbin’.
Some players shone –
alas, not Robben.

The Dutch are beat
amid controversy
but do not fret
about van Persie.

The Dutch fly home,
van Bommel’s sighing.
The aerodrome
rings out with crying.

The Dutch are gone.
Could shots go wider?
Some blame lies on
one Wesley Sneijder.

How bad the Dutch?
How dim their star?
They didn’t get much
from Huntelaar.

The Dutch are out
with little heart
but there’s no doubt
‘bout van der Vaart.

The Dutch fall short –
no orange conga.
Most feel they ought
to have stayed longer.

They’re rotten eggs.
They’re mildewed wine.
The question begs –
will Bert resign?

Euro 2012 Day 10 Match 1

Germany 2 Denmark 1

Alas, poor Bendtner. I knew him, Horatio.
At home, a poor goals to game ratio
but, if they say that all the world’s a stage,
a veritable master of the age.
Is this an Agger that I see before me,
battling bravely in conditions stormy?
Painted warrior, fighting to the last
against the shrill and fearsome Teuton blast.
And lo! here’s Eriksen and Krohn-Delhi too
and Poulsson, Jacobsen and the motley crew,
brave mortals who would walk among the gods,
defying fate and unaccounted odds.
The quality of van Persie had been drained
but, at the last, a brave defeat remained.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Fields in Gdansk

Outplayed, outclassed, outsmarted,
the Irish team kept fighting.
All hope had long departed,
the wall replete with writing.

Downcast, distraught, dejected,
we watched the savage mauling.
Our rear was not protected.
The Spanish wolves came crawling.

But then we were dumbfounded
as church bells started ringing.
A mighty roar resounded –
ten thousand voices singing.

Neck-hairs stood to attention.
No longer were we dismayed.
We signaled our intention,
although outclassed and outplayed.