RUSSIAN ROUBLES
Flew into Moscow with some of my mates,
Looking for tickets from touts at the gates.
Five hundred roubles we paid to get in,
Mugged by a Rusky or was he a Finn?
Out came the players at twenty to eight,
Manc’s and the Chelsea lined up good and str8.
Rio was skipper for Reds on that day,
Captain of England, what more can you say.
Rooney and Tevez were lurking up front,
Hargreaves and Scholesy were back in the hunt.
Out on the left wing and bossing the show,
Christrian Ronaldo was having a go.
Vidic and Wes Brown with Patrice Evra,
stood next to Rio in front of De Saar.
Solid formation to keep out the blues,
Keeping a clean sheet will pay back some dues.
First on the team sheet, I’m sure every week,
Carrick in midfield is solid as teak.
Threading through needles, his passes are slick,
Pinpoints a team mate with his every kick.
Playing for Chelsea in yellow and blue,
Terry was sticking to Rooney like glue.
Backing his skipper was Carvalhio,
Tevez got nowhere with nothing to show.
Playing at right back was Mike Essien,
Out of position, he’s there too often.
Play him in midfield and he’s dynamite,
Hard crunching tackler with swift awesome bite.
Ashley was left back instead of Wayne Bridge,
Hothead fron Arsenal should live in a fridge.
Cech is the goalie and best in the game,
Replaced poor Paulo cos he was too lame.
Joe Cole the fat boy has slimmed down a bit,
Running his legs off to show he is fit.
Ballack the german goes AWOL sometimes,
Not enough duetchmarks his fraulein wife whines.
Why is Malouda still picked for the team,
Cant play for ninety, he runs out of steam.
Makele is tiny but boy can he scrap,
Fights in the centre, but shooting is crap.
Lamps is the engine and revs up the lads,
One of the hammers who had famous dads.
Scoring a great goal in memory of mum,
Right on the half time made all the Mancs dumb.
Up front was Drogba and playing alone,
Big lumping striker who likes a good moan.
Taunted by Tevez, the Drog took the bait,
Slapping big Vidic made red card his fate.
Best in the fist half were reds by a mile,
But after half time, blues turned on the style.
Hitting the woodwork a couple of times,
And a good clearance off the goalies lines.
Honours were even throughout extra time,
Any team scoring would be such a crime.
Both sets of players had given their all,
Best teams in Europe could stand proud and tall.
Time for the end game of penalties kicks,
Not for the faint hearts that miss a few ticks.
12 yards of green grass between ball and post,
Champion winners will slot in the most.
Up came Ronaldo with arrogant stance,
Stopping his run up for a second glance.
Cech stood and watched him and moved not an inch,
Parried the slider that proved such a cinch.
Step up John Terry as skip of the team,
Last of the spot kicks will forefill your dream
Hitting the upright lost Chelsea the Cup,
Wearing the right studs wont make you slip up.
Christian Ronaldo is a lucky boy,
Taking the mickey is not a good ploy.
his team mates saved him from looking a prat.
Crying his eyes out was not worth all that.
Roman the Russian has signed a new man,
formerly Spetznaz but now a hitman.
top the Israeli when we play the Spurs,
must call up Jose whatever occurs.
See you next season when Jose is back,
get shot of Droba and his pal Ballack.
Losing Malouda is also required,
Time that Ferrara is also retired.
Time for the roubles to buy a new team
Raid on the Nou camp for some of their cream.
Messi and Deco are first on the list,
Then Ronaldino are not to be missed.
Out with the old stock and in with the new,
Look for the Title from new boys in blue.
Get rid of Avram and bring back Jose,
Whatever he wants, just double his pay!!!
By
Peter Middleton
© Copyright Reserved 2008
Flew into Moscow with some of my mates,
Looking for tickets from touts at the gates.
Five hundred roubles we paid to get in,
Mugged by a Rusky or was he a Finn?
Out came the players at twenty to eight,
Manc’s and the Chelsea lined up good and str8.
Rio was skipper for Reds on that day,
Captain of England, what more can you say.
Rooney and Tevez were lurking up front,
Hargreaves and Scholesy were back in the hunt.
Out on the left wing and bossing the show,
Christrian Ronaldo was having a go.
Vidic and Wes Brown with Patrice Evra,
stood next to Rio in front of De Saar.
Solid formation to keep out the blues,
Keeping a clean sheet will pay back some dues.
First on the team sheet, I’m sure every week,
Carrick in midfield is solid as teak.
Threading through needles, his passes are slick,
Pinpoints a team mate with his every kick.
Playing for Chelsea in yellow and blue,
Terry was sticking to Rooney like glue.
Backing his skipper was Carvalhio,
Tevez got nowhere with nothing to show.
Playing at right back was Mike Essien,
Out of position, he’s there too often.
Play him in midfield and he’s dynamite,
Hard crunching tackler with swift awesome bite.
Ashley was left back instead of Wayne Bridge,
Hothead fron Arsenal should live in a fridge.
Cech is the goalie and best in the game,
Replaced poor Paulo cos he was too lame.
Joe Cole the fat boy has slimmed down a bit,
Running his legs off to show he is fit.
Ballack the german goes AWOL sometimes,
Not enough duetchmarks his fraulein wife whines.
Why is Malouda still picked for the team,
Cant play for ninety, he runs out of steam.
Makele is tiny but boy can he scrap,
Fights in the centre, but shooting is crap.
Lamps is the engine and revs up the lads,
One of the hammers who had famous dads.
Scoring a great goal in memory of mum,
Right on the half time made all the Mancs dumb.
Up front was Drogba and playing alone,
Big lumping striker who likes a good moan.
Taunted by Tevez, the Drog took the bait,
Slapping big Vidic made red card his fate.
Best in the fist half were reds by a mile,
But after half time, blues turned on the style.
Hitting the woodwork a couple of times,
And a good clearance off the goalies lines.
Honours were even throughout extra time,
Any team scoring would be such a crime.
Both sets of players had given their all,
Best teams in Europe could stand proud and tall.
Time for the end game of penalties kicks,
Not for the faint hearts that miss a few ticks.
12 yards of green grass between ball and post,
Champion winners will slot in the most.
Up came Ronaldo with arrogant stance,
Stopping his run up for a second glance.
Cech stood and watched him and moved not an inch,
Parried the slider that proved such a cinch.
Step up John Terry as skip of the team,
Last of the spot kicks will forefill your dream
Hitting the upright lost Chelsea the Cup,
Wearing the right studs wont make you slip up.
Christian Ronaldo is a lucky boy,
Taking the mickey is not a good ploy.
his team mates saved him from looking a prat.
Crying his eyes out was not worth all that.
Roman the Russian has signed a new man,
formerly Spetznaz but now a hitman.
top the Israeli when we play the Spurs,
must call up Jose whatever occurs.
See you next season when Jose is back,
get shot of Droba and his pal Ballack.
Losing Malouda is also required,
Time that Ferrara is also retired.
Time for the roubles to buy a new team
Raid on the Nou camp for some of their cream.
Messi and Deco are first on the list,
Then Ronaldino are not to be missed.
Out with the old stock and in with the new,
Look for the Title from new boys in blue.
Get rid of Avram and bring back Jose,
Whatever he wants, just double his pay!!!
By
Peter Middleton
© Copyright Reserved 2008
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