Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
About how we lost
by more than a few.

7th of September a Saturday,
Is where our story will begin,
Where on my return,
I wanted a win.

Arriving at Cantley,
Warm ups were had,
Obvs didn't help me,
Cos at the end I was glad.

We were now ready,
Only after Captain Ryan's talk,
Onto the fortress of Cantley park,
We walked.

For the first 20 minutes,
We looked very solid.
But from that point on,
We only looked mid.

In the first half,
I don't remember it all.
But I can remember,
Ben Cary running in custard chasing the ball.

They scored a few,
On the counterattack.
I must admit,
They were too quick for us at the back.

Wise words were said,
By my captain, my leige at half time
Just keep it simple, don't rush
And you'll be fine.

Apparently I can't listen,
So I thought 'hey,
Let's pass to their centre forward,
And get Dick of the Day!'

Through on goal,
Shock now 3-0 down,
On my return,
I look like a fucking clown.

Not much else happened,
Alex got smacked by the ball,
Called him a wanker,
Stared him down like a fool.

To be fair to Alex,
He got our Man,
Better running than Forrest Gump,
And I'm a fan.

They scored 2 more,
Ending at 5-0,
We deserved more,
Which is not so brilliant.

We ended with a chat,
And an average warm beer.
On what to do next week
To result in a few more cheers.

You'll be glad,
This is the end of my story,
For being a poet,
Is deffo not for me!

Man of the match - ALEX
DoD and write of the master peice - Mighty Max Cable