A short poem about the Citizens

Everyone know where they were on this last year? I do, I was biting my nails, restless. I was on the chair then pacing the floor then neither on the chair nor floor as City faced off against Manchester United down in London. We all know what happened that day and that season with City hoisting the first trophy for over three decades. This is what I penned moments after the final whistle, enjoy.

                                                           

The bright sunshine of April

A wonderful glorious day

The sea of Blue in London

Walking down Wembley way

                                                                                                                                        

A fierce Northern rivalry

A battle about to commence

Thirty years for this one day

An atmosphere so tense.

                                                                                                                                          

Early scare, early nerves

Attempts from Berbatov

Hands from Hart blocks one

The other, over the top

                                                                                                         

City under pressure

The rearguard stays strong

Lescott, Alex, Zab, Barry

Kompany and DeJong.

                                                                                                             

The City fights back

The half ends all square

We’re still in the game

An upset is in the air

                                                                                                                

Second half begins 

City now the aggressor

Now can the evil ones

Handle the pressure

                                                                                                                      

Misplace passes, blaming glances

Their defenders are a mess

Yaya Toure steams into the box

Under the keeper and into the net.

                                                                                                   

Ferguson bemused, 

Ferdinand irate

Ginger whinger gets dismissed

His tackle high and late

                                                                                                                

Tensions high, nails bit

While City secure the win

Ferdinand gets upset

When Mario winks at him.

                                                                                                                                       

Leave the field Rags

Get off quick as you can

We are going to our supporters

Gonna do the Poznan!

Hopefully I will get the opportunity to write more come the end of the season. Keep true, be blue!

PA Cityboy

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