The Bottom Line
Euro bosses and the Premier League
Have prostituted the game we love
To watch on the BBC and Sky TV,
Collapsed on the sofa with footie fatigue.
As our goalie dons his sponsored gloves,
They switch us to adverts from Bet 365,
“What are the odds, now, that Leeds will survive?”
What price will be paid for Leeds going down,
In gate receipts and player recruitment?
No wonder our manager wears a frown,
Or a painted-on desmile, like a circus clown.
Relegation is confirmed, the game is lost,
But think of the money, guys, consider the cost!
Sponsorship deals will be put on hold,
Now there’s no Premier pot of gold.
Contract talks are held straight after the game,
Professional players feel no sense of shame!
Football, it's said, is a game of two halves,
So we should wave our credit cards,
Alongside our scarves!
Advertising boards will be sparse and bare,
The players will have Poundland logos to wear!
But, parachute payments will keep soccer fair,
And our American owners will understand…
As Leeds seek a return to the Promised Land!
That’s it, then, our game is lost.
But how much will relegation cost?
Though our overpaid athletes
Should have shown greater will,
Our replica shirt sales will sweeten the pill!
The club shop can sell plastic souvenirs,
To commemorate ‘Relegation Year.’
John Gilbert Ellis
Thu 1st Jun 2023 11:24
There for the grace of god and all that for my own club. Best of luck getting 'back'. I know it took a long time last time...meanwhile the poem! Really like it, tells a very heartfelt story for something you love but at the same despise because of the money. I throughly agree!
Wed 24th May 2023 08:47
It's sad that it's all about money, John. I love the 'painted-on desmile' - rather like a minister who has just resigned.
But never mind, Bet 365 will save us:
'Please, gamble responsibly'.
Good poem, sad time for your club, of course.
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