Veteran striker
Roger Milla
Had more moves
Than Jackson’s Thriller.
When he scored
He’d writhe and waggle
Over by
The corner flaggle.
World Cup
Grilled Panini
After a bottle of gin
And a bottle of rum
You put my World Cup 78 album
Under the grill
And did it ill
Before passarelling out
On the carpet.
Both the Argentine squad section
And you
Were beyond redemption.
(You: non compos mentis.
Me: sine Mario Kempes)
Never mix liquors
And football stickers.
Angola (2006)
With apologies to Ray Davies
I was sitting in a pub down in old Soho,
Having failed for the tenth time to read Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola.
Zed-oh-el-ay Zola
I was flicking through the pages of my World Cup guide
When I stumbled on the team I wanted to be my side – named Angola.
An-gee-oh-el-ay Angola
La-la-la Angola
Well, I’m not the world’s biggest football fan
But when I saw them there I developed a plan to cheer Angola.
An-gee-oh-el-ay Angola
La-la-la Angola
So I jumped straight up and went and bought me a shirt,
Red was the colour with some black and yellow stripes for Angola.
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
When the World Cup started I couldn’t sleep at night,
In Group D things were getting really tight,
We lost our first game but things started looking up
And when we drew our next match you’d think we’d won the Cup.
Well, I’m not the world’s biggest football fan
But when I saw that team then I really fell for Angola.
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
We needed to beat Iran
We were tied at one-all
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
And I prayed to God but he didn’t hear me.
Well, that’s the way that the scoreline stayed
And so that was the final game that they played, poor Angola.
La-la-la-Angola
The game’s a cruel mistress but I still love her the same
And it’s a mixed up muddled up football world except for Angola.
La-la-la-Angola
Gazza’s Tears
In the Turin backstreets,
Shrouded in mystery,
Is a huckster who hawks
Artefacts from history.
If you’re after an item
Of religious regalia,
The old man will have it,
He’ll be unlikely to fail yer.
He has some crucifix nails
And Mary Magdalen’s shawl,
At least three crowns of thorns
And the letters of St Paul.
He’s got the robes of Pope Leo,
John the Baptist’s cellphone,
And all Ten Commandments
Carved into stone.
But of the things down the years
He’s managed to purloin,
The pièce de résistance
Are the tears of Gascoigne,
Collected together
In an old azure tin,
From the time Gazza broke down
One night in Turin.
The Peruvian 1978 World Cup Song
We are Peru and we’re going to win the Cup,
We’ve got a point or two to prove!
Yes, we’re Peru and we’re a team on the up
And we’re very, very good at the pass and move!
We are Peru and we’re the best team around
For we have Teófilo Cubillas and Héctor Chumpitaz!
We are Peru and our fans make loud sound,
We even have some very excellent trumpeters!
We are Peru and we come from a land
Where we like to mix altitude with attitude!
If you don’t know Peru then just let us expand,
10° 00′ S and 76° 00′ W is our longitude and latitude!
We are Peru and we’re gonna win the Cup,
We’re there on the map if you peruse!
Yes, we’re Peru and we never give up,
There’s no way at all we can lose!
We are Peru!
The Making of Pelé
When he started
To play the game,
His team-mates
Made him change his name
As it was harder to shout
“On me ‘ead, Edson
Arantes do Nascimento!”,
Than it was to cry “Pelé!”,
When in the middle
Of a goalmouth melee.
Edson Arantes do Nascimento
Pinnacle
He was mighty
In Italia 90,
A sure-fire bet
To find the net.
In terms of his career
1990 would appear
To have been the pinnacle
Of Gary Linnacle.
Gary Linnacle at his pinnacle
