The greatest striker i've ever seen

The Real Ronaldo

Ronaldo Luiz Nazario da Lima

The greatest striker I’ve ever seen? Yeah!

King of the nutmeg with pace and finesse

Completely unplayable, defenders oppressed

Most of his goals they were only sublime

I bought his Brazil shirt Ronaldos R-nine

He wore a goofy grin and a cheeky smile

Whether crowd was friendly or hostile

The lad he had everything in his bag of tricks

All he was short was some ortho-don-tics

Horrendous injuries, so hard to handle

Some of his hairstyles were more of a scandal

Loved a big party, not ever a pooper

Resplendent with models that were only super

Like myself partial to putting on weight

Size didn’t hamper his goal per game rate

Four hundred and twenty goals he did score

A goal every game and a half, now no more

Seen wonderful strikers but I cannot be clearer

Ronaldo, the greatest of this modern era

I would have to say this lad was the greatest I have ever seen, always loved to watch him play. He has scored more goals in World Cup finals than anyone else despite his career being littered with horrific injuries.

Just look at the stats, magnificent.

Years	Team	Apps†	(Gls)†
1993	Cruzeiro	14	(12)
1994–1996	PSV	46	(42)
1996–1997	Barcelona	37	(34)
1997–2002	Inter Milan	68	(49)
2002–2007	Real Madrid	127	(83)
2007–2008	AC Milan	20	(9)
2009–2011	Corinthians	31	(18)

1994–2006	Brazil	97	(62)

Adeus El Fenomeno.

This week i'll be mostly listening to...

Belfast band Cashier No 9 and their new single Goldstar
lovely little tune.



and The Go! Team and their new single Buy Nothing Day.

Can you hear the Drums?

Can you hear the Drums?

Revered and adored

Listless and bored

Hodgson to the sword

Form now restored

Sudden form upturn

King Kennys return?

Or agent head turn

Latter, I’d discern

Nicknamed the kid

Came from Madrid

£35 million quid?

Insulting first bid

Your Interest expressed

Spent Friday depressed

Void of all zest

Then transfer request

Liverpool spurned

For London you yearned

No 9 jersey burned        

50 million we learned

Oligarchic financer

Wages enhancer

Agents the cancer

What is the answer?

Your colour now blue

Get a lion tattoo

Decorum undue

Have a careful debut

Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart

Went to bed last Friday night

Torres syndrome was induced

So sick of footballs current plight

Greed and money rule the roost

On a chilly Saturday afternoon

First pre season game was here

The kind that couldn’t come too soon

The Ram-blers, our neighbours dear

My three year old just wants a game

His silky touch, his slide rule pass

“Let’s play football” he proclaimed

With his old man and a yard of grass

On the plastic pitch, no fancy stadia

The trialists pray they’re not withdrawn

From Hungary out to far Canadia

This is grassroots, no sandwiched prawn

That song I couldn’t quite excrete

I sang the  “Fer-nan-do Torres” line

A little voice from the back seat

Retorts with  “Liverpools number nine”

I was so sick of football after Torres handed in his transfer request last Friday night but Saturday brought me right back to what its all about, the local derby, Cork City v Cobh Ramblers.

Both teams have been through the mill over the last number of seasons but still they survive run by the fans for the fans.

The game had players from all over the world trying their damnedest to earn a contract for the coming season and my lad with no interest in any of it.

He just wanted to play ball.(and sing songs)