I watched Jack Grealish play last night
In the Poland tie
They couldn’t get the ball off him
No matter how they’d try
So they fouled him and they fouled him
They put him on the deck
He was kicked and he was buffeted
Bloody ‘ell by ‘eck
He never lost the ball all night
Not a wasted pass
He never once was beaten in that game
Instinctive feet and brilliant mind
He feints and floats
He’d make you blind
Not knowing where to next
He’d make you lame
He’s a very special talent
And the bovver boys can’t cope
They hack and hunt him down
They grab him by the throat
But he sails on regardless
He’s a matador with cape
And the bulls of opposition
Can only stand and gape
Sterling’s an individual
He’s tricky and he runs
But often runs into walls the end of that
But Grealish is a playmaker
He brings in all around
There is really no one like him
He truly does astound
Declan Rice was masterful
Declan was immense
Tremendous power he covers so much ground
And Harry Kane magnificent
His goal terrific shot
The others too they all played well
A decent honest lot
John Stones looks half asleep of course
And half the time he is
And Pickford agile Pickford
Can put us in a tizz
But the boring plod of Euros
Is happily behind
And Grealish playing in his pomp
Augurs a future kind
Brian Fahy
9 September 2021
Erris Poetry 