The Gospel Of Football According To Glenn Hoddle Poem by DM W

Glenn Hoddle talks a right load of old twaddle.
I recall he once sported a permed mullet
Back in the '80s like his mate Chris Waddle.
Anyway, fashion aside, this guy seems all set
To sort out English football, even though he's
A failed manager himself. I simply turn
Off the sound on my TV every time he
Commentates. From him, I have nothing to learn.
He drones on and on about systems, tactics
Etcetera... unlike the great Brian Clough who
Simplified things, he's, alas, rather tragic.
Instead of inspiring the magic he knew
As a gifted player, he now complicates
Unduly. Quite frankly he bores me to tears.
O how this overrated poltroon irritates!
Yet some think he's the font of wisdom I fear.
Hoddle bizarrely employed a faith healer!
And stupidly stated that kids in wheelchairs
Were paying for past sins: result of karma!
He spouted such nonsense without any care.
Most of us can't comprehend what he is on
About and neither can he if truth be known.
He dissects everything he gazes upon
But without the sharp tools of insight. I moan
And groan at the very mention of his name,
Because he's a plonker, despite all his fame!