Welcome all to Turners Cross
The Devils, Hornets, Barstool
I won’t be there I’m afraid
I’ll be sipping beer by the pool
A well deserved break in the sun
Somewhere foreign, beyond the sea,
Sun and funshine for everyone
Underneath a shady palm tree
As the wind whips across Section A
I will be well out of reach
Don’t bother thinking of me
As I’m sipping Sagres on the beach
Enjoy the half time hot toddy
As I’m buried in sand by the sea
Flor Griffin there with fingers crossed
As they lose yet another TV
In essence games of no importance
As the waves just lap on the shore
But if you can still feel your fingers
Don’t forget to text me the score.
This was written a few weeks back for the friendlies against Watford and Manchester United and while it wasn't deemed suitable for those match programmes (sigh).
I'm putting it up here for your delectation.