0009 'Pardew, knave..! ' he swore, curbishly...
so Magnusson,
the mastermind that's a joke
of West Hamateurs
has sacked Pardew
a scholarly note here
pardew is old norman French
for by God, as might appear
in some Shakespeare play,
'pardew, wench, thou hast a pair
of foaming jugs, I warrant...'
or in a later century of faith
by God comes victory to the worthy
or on the terraces,
by God it's time he was sacked
while Curbishley sounds
more like a 19th century novel:
'why sack the manager
when it's the millionaire players
who are at fault..',
he answered curbishly
well there you are,
at the end of the day
it's a game of two halves
and creating chances
if you'll excuse
the oxymoron
and talking of morons
the after-match interview
'how sorry are you to have lost today? '
pardew, a curbish lout of an interviewer, i'faith..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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