Roker Rhymes: Well, What To Make Of That?

The world of Sunderland FC just keeps on getting, well, stranger, doesn't it?

By the time I sat down to watch the game on Saturday, things had gone royally boobs up, but we managed to get a draw out of it.

And, of course, our manager continues to try and alienate us fans everytime he gets within 20 feet of a microphone.

So here we go, let's see if we can't raise a smile through another Roker Rhyme.

'We're only playing West Brom', a friend did say to me,
You should have seen his face, when the clock struck five past three.
As we'd gone and let two goals in, we didn't look the part,
And Brucey must have been cacking his pants, at our frankly woeful start.

I still can't quite believe mind, after all that we've been through,
That we concede goals from set pieces, the first one of the two.
It's not like it was incredible, Morrison didn't have to work too hard,
To rise above our defence, and shatter our back guard.

Then not content with conceding that goal, Gardner's tackle set Long through,
And once again our collective defending, was really rather poo.
When the opposition frontman set off, we should have had it in hand,
But my God, Michael Turner, looked like he was running in sand.

But it wasn't all doom and gloom from then, although the crowd got mad,
And the idea of 'sacked in the morning', didn't seem to be all that bad.
But credit to the lads, they worked their way back in,
To in a game that, in all honestly, they maybe did enough to win.

First up was a goal for Nicklas, out very own great Dane,
The build up was fantastic, and a deflection was our gain.
As his shot looped over the keeper, and Bendtner he did score,
Let's hope that it's the catalyst, for many, many more.

Then something took us all by shock, as the ball again hit the net,
And it was only bloody Elmo, would have been worth a quid in a bet.
That the Egyptian would pop up in the box, and smash one with his head,
It prompted Michael Graham, to start quoting Father Ted!

And then chances came and went you see, and that was a great shame,
Both Elmo again, and big Wes Brown, probably should have won the game.
But I don't know what to make of this, whether to be happy or to be sad,
At least we got a couple of goals, but our defending is so, so bad.

And then came along ol potato head, doing what he does best,
Claiming the world's against him, tell you what Steve... Give it a rest.
'I'm the one that took us to tenth, I'll do it once more'
Well then don't question our expectation, or f*ck off out the door!

It's a tough time to be a Black Cat, as football seems to mock us so,
Although at least next up it's Arsenal, and we can give it a right good go.
As they're crap at defending too, a good game really, it should be,
Just the bloody internationals in the middle, that really don't interest me.

So we'll just have to see what happens, to our bloody lovely club,
At least the last time out, Brucey made a positive sub.
So the glass is neither full, nor half empty, as the season does wear on,
I just hope that our esteemed gaffer, stops acting like an utter moron.