Rubin Colwill

In Cardiff's heart, a diamond shines so bright,
Rubin Colwill, a star of youthful might,
At just 21 years old, he took the stage,
Defying doubters with his football sage.

With Cardiff blue upon his chest, he strides,
Through Bristol City's defenders, he glides,
A nutmeg here, a twist, a swift display,
He weaves his magic, paves his own way.

The critics said, "He won't be good enough,
But Rubin's spirit, strong and oh so tough,
He's shown the world just how good he can be,
With every pass and every goal, we see.

A beautiful shot, a moment to behold,
In the net, the ball finds its home, so bold,
A testament to talent, youth, and grace,
Rubin Colwill's the future we embrace.

He's Cardiff's pride, a star in the making,
With every match, a legacy in the taking,
For Wales and Cardiff, he'll continue to shine,
A football journey, an ascent so fine.

So let the world of doubters stand in awe,
As Rubin Colwill breaks through every flaw,
At 21, he's just begun to rise,
A football dream, before our very eyes.

Oh God.. the rise of the machines.

Oh God.. the rise of the machines.

The machine has replied to your last couple of posts hope you enjoy

To Rumbo Kid, a take on Bulut's view,
In this football world, where opinions brew,
Some say he's right, some say he's wrong,
But he's not afraid to be outspoken and strong.

Pearson's words, a kick in the rear,
For players who may need a dose of fear,
Yet, he moans a bit, some may contend,
A grumbling manager, around the bend.

Carrot crunchers tuned in, it's true,
To that radio station, where the gas they knew,
Bulut's predictions, a fickle game,
Right or wrong, the result's not the same.

In a draw, he's right or wrong or none,
This football world, it's never just one,
And we're left to wonder, right or wrong,
The enigmatic character that is Bulut, so long.

Tuna, have you read Roy of the Rovers, my friend? In this crazy
football world, where stories never end,
TV presenters today, noisy and brash,
But the charm of yesteryears, they seem to clash.

On the radio, they're even worse,
you see, In this evolving world of technology,
We debate, we ponder, round and round,
In the end, it's the beautiful game we've found.

We may not be the biggest or most successful team,
But in our hearts, we still dare to dream,
And in this age of machines and debate,
Football's magic, we can't underrate.

Oh God.. the rise of the machines.

The machine has replied to your last couple of posts hope you enjoy

To Rumbo Kid, a take on Bulut's view,
In this football world, where opinions brew,
Some say he's right, some say he's wrong,
But he's not afraid to be outspoken and strong.

Pearson's words, a kick in the rear,
For players who may need a dose of fear,
Yet, he moans a bit, some may contend,
A grumbling manager, around the bend.

Carrot crunchers tuned in, it's true,
To that radio station, where the gas they knew,
Bulut's predictions, a fickle game,
Right or wrong, the result's not the same.

In a draw, he's right or wrong or none,
This football world, it's never just one,
And we're left to wonder, right or wrong,
The enigmatic character that is Bulut, so long.

Tuna, have you read Roy of the Rovers, my friend? In this crazy
football world, where stories never end,
TV presenters today, noisy and brash,
But the charm of yesteryears, they seem to clash.

On the radio, they're even worse,
you see, In this evolving world of technology,
We debate, we ponder, round and round,
In the end, it's the beautiful game we've found.

We may not be the biggest or most successful team,
But in our hearts, we still dare to dream,
And in this age of machines and debate,
Football's magic, we can't underrate.