Gerrard’s geriatrics

A twinge ensued sharply by a wincing grimace
Oblivious onlookers munch on their carrots and houmous

Crouched, cheerless look, he signals code to the Gaffer
Furious flurry of gestures from head coach Rafa

Long before Gosling and the curse of Tictac
Our commander trudged off weary and ready to hit the sack

As Maximus rose to exit the coliseum
I thought he was heading for the Goodison mausoleum

Leaving the field for a cuppa in the blue canteen
The Toffee fan celebrations I have never ever seen

From our all action juggernaut we’ve come to expect the same
Absolutely nothing to do with an England game

Number7
© Emdad Rahman
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