Champagne Footballer 

Eleven vessels stand hour glass tall.
3-4-3 formation, football elite, one and all .
Liquid nectar fills the body, adrenaline running hot.
Air bubble froth with a golden halo, embellishes the top.
Guilded feet planted firmly on the ground.
As anthems play, glory days resound.
No working men, No dirt engrained fingernails,
Manacures beseech god " let us win the day "
The whistle blows for the start of play.
Armani, Cartier, 24 carat diamonds twinkle in the flood lights.
Just a sip , Just a touch, Just a..  I can't get my foot right.
The crowd surge, explode as bubbles get up their nose.
One player fouls, steps on another mans toes.
A slight touch, another ones down,
The crowd HISSSSS, his halo's slipped off his crown.
The defenders are marking, the wingers are winging it ! 
The mid fielders are swerving, no-one wants to be the next hit.
The bubbles diminished, it's gone a bit flat.
The crowd's boiling, glaring at where the managers sat.
A back pass, a forward surge, ones been knocked off side.
Referee pulls out a yellow card, the crowds  going wild.
" He's not made of glass. "
Cartier and 24 carat diamonds roll around the grass.
" Come on soft lad !  " they roar in indignation, 
time to get your fingers out, make a substitution.
Suddenly ! there's a mighty roar,
Bubbles are about to score.
They're all rushing into the gaps, 
hoping the striker will get a tap.
It's a POP ! and Bang !! as the cork hits the back of the net.
An overflow of Bucks Fizz erupts, they've paid their honour debt.
Champagne footballers  testosterone surges to the bar.
Just a sip.... just a touch .... just don't mention the VAR !!