The Coach Poem by Ntshima Ramokone

The Coach



We pray, then
I let my players to quench thirst
With the coke first
While I do prefer my coke zero
When I might be rewarded with the currency Euro
But I put the game in front of me
My playas
Around the playas
Bafana Bafana my team
You know this is part of my theme

Which I could remember any time of the attacker
He had just shoot the goal
Oh the referee up the referred an offside
That was not an offside even though I was outside

Oh you tackled him badly in the eighteen area
Give my team penalty, in its shooting area
Just like I treble a referee tell me about my attitude
My striker had just shoot with right altitude

At the left wing
Right wing
They swing
They don’t make me cross
They Cross, that’s Steve
From the Corner
That’s Parker, they know I ‘m the Owner
Tip, don’t be afraid
We got our first aid
We penetrate
To celebrate
But play safely

At my middle field
I got Tshabalala using V8 Shield
Just pass you and shoot a ray like a laser ray
Which you won’t even stop it on its way
Even the goalkeeper could run away
Instead of that jump to fly, he is in the ground to stay
And he was supposed to catch it
He missed it
Oh what a goal, Oh shame that’s a mess,
He was supposed to reduce his mass
Nevertheless the net just dance
Playa, you got no chance
We got that rumble
You won’t even able to gamble, just grumble

The plural of my name Josephs my Goalkeeper
At the back
Mathew Booth my defender
He pressure them under
In front there they even made an own goal
The most educational one
I got Waka waka by Shakira,
Time for Africa you know Akon
I’m still waving my flag
Don’t care what bad had happened
While we are on Freshly Ground
With fresh SA green ground
Please don’t hit the referee
He is supposed to be danger free
Sound of a victory
From its sign

More passes successful
Which will never be awful
Like plan 4-4-2
Even if were in the same group with Spain
It won’t even give us pain
Got more attempts
We always try
As we are afraid to cry
Is either we fry,
You with the supernova direct kick
While it will be hard to pick
Because is too hot
Actually we hit you at the right spot
Like we did a free kick
Oh! They felt like they are sick

Inside the Pitch
We are making a Snitch
Carefully handle the ball
I will or your team mates will give you a call
Reverse angle
I can’t take a sit
I’m too fit
“You players have to stretch your feet
Especially when I make substitutions”,
Be careful I’m on the edge of the line
Just give me that victory sign
That we earned, while our fans will give us the sound of victory
With the Vuvuzela and making his story and history
Just like win-win

I give instructions
To raise your ball possession
Stand at right position
Yeah! This is so good I’m just lovin it

The Referee just blow the whistle
Is time up even the added minutes, we got to rustle
Its ayoba time
See you next time
because it can’t be the lost moment
The game is still on in this moment
Because we will still be together

“Thank You”

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Ntshima Ramokone

Ntshima Ramokone

South Africa: Limpopo Province, Tjatjaneng
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