"World Cup Wally"

It’s going to be tough
For the tabloids
Over in Brazil
None of the usual hype
Before going for the kill.
Not even a case
Of will we cope
With our current squad
There’s not even hope.
At least Woy won’t be stabbed in the back
It’s from the front
The hacks will attack.
Stick the knife in
Because they were blanked
After championing ‘Arry the Spiv
But not even thanked.
Tabloid vulture have no shame
To them all it’s just a game
A World Cup jaunt
All expenses paid
Bonus for them
If our boys fade.
Mock condemnation if
A player effigy’s strung up
After fooling the nation
We can win the cup.
At least this time
Expectation’s low
Possibly plummeting
To less than zero.
The only fans who believe
Are down the pub
And therein likes
The Sky culture rub
For fans who go to games
Have no real hope
The ones who know football
Know our National Team’s a joke.
People like Greg Dyke
Can get on their bike
With his cut-throat gesture
What’s there not to dislike.
Anyone one who travels
Will ape cricket’s
Barmy Army brigade
Corporates and wide boys
On a Jolly, well paid.
There will be no passion
Just one tuneless brass band
Which sums up why
I not longer follow England.
 
Dulwich Poet 7^th December 2013
 
(The draw for the World Cup Finals to be held next year in Brazil, was made yesterday. England were paired with Italy, Uruguay & Costa Rica. I wouldn’t be surprised if we got knocked out at the group stages, without picking up a single point. Presumably Football Association bigwig Greg Dyke isn’t too bothered, as he was pictured laughing as the draw was made, making joking cut-throat gestures when it was done)