August the eighth is a-coming soon

I know that you can’t wait

The whistle gets piped by referee

And the devoted ones elate

 

From Damascus down to Beersheba

From Nazareth to Jericho

The Premiership of Palestine

Is football’s greatest show

 

Many players have been signed

New contracts been agreed

Agents getting ten per cent

Such greed by them indeed !

Well I’m privileged to play for….

….this team from Galilee

Our name is the Disciple Eleven

We’re bound by loyalty

 

We’re all good mates, I’ll introduce….

…a number of them to you

Matt was once a tax collector

But now he wears no. 2

 

And Thomas is our centre back

But he’s got stomach pains

If he’s a doubt for the first match

He’ll be replaced by James

Up front we have to get the goals

Ex – fisherman, extraordinaire

Peter, always in the right place

To find the net with care

 

His scoring partner Andrew

Like Pete did cast a rod

Defenders hated marking them

Cos they both wreaked of cod

 

Our wing back is called Judas

If I want to play next week

I’ll keep my distance, making sure….

….that he don’t kiss my cheek

 

There’s Bart and Philip contributing….

….to our team’s midfield

And of course, hey, we have Jude

A superb goalie shield

 

We’ll all be playing for this side….

….for many years to come

We’ll show a brand new attitude

Sound structure and have fun

 

We’ll show a brand new discipline

And we will earn respect

We have to catch the pundit’s eye

With a positive effect

 

Don’t need a ‘loyal’ man like Delph

Who is only after wealth

Do we need a Baleotelli ?

Do we heck, not on your nelly

Or Sterling whizzing down the flanks ?

Heard his agent ?   Oh no thanks

A Barton, Cattermole or a Keane ?

Nah, I’d rather we signed Mr Bean

 

The manager had his eye on me

Apparently for a while

So I committed all to him

And then reviewed my style

 

Yeah, this manager is a different sort

Man management is his key

He breaks you down, old habits go

He kind of, sets you free

 

In the dressing room before a game

We have a huddle there

Stinking of our liniment

We spend a time in prayer

 

We make sure we have no doubts

Our preparation is the best

Before we cross that thin white line

We know we’ll pass the test

 

But it’s quite hard, this Premiership

Don’t know what’s round the bend

May be a victory or defeat

But our boss we’ll defend

 

So, the competition will soon commence

New start new hope new kit

New aspirations for fans and team

New standards we must fit

 

One name my tongue has not yet shared

The Disciple Eleven’s new coach

His reputation impeccable

His name beyond reproach

 

He’s not like the Chelsea loudmouth

The epitome of naff….

….who calls himself the special one

Oh please, don’t make me laff

 

Jesus is my manager forever

The best boss I have found

The pitch we play on every week ?

It’s called the Holy Ground

 

 

© 2015 John Sterry