The FM-ghetto Gospels

[Benjoe]

In the midst of all the FM 19 Beta landing-hype I remember some of the recent FM's where I had great saves - some documented on here, some not. 

This got me inspired and this thread is the result.

The following song is made with great inspiration from the Mastermind that is Cornell Iral Haynes Jr. aka. Nelly.

 

I was thinking about it - thinking 'bout FM14
Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' through
Open my Steam yeah, looking at time spent
So I traveled back, down that road
Will Logroñes ever win the CHL, no one knows 
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory

We were at the top and now it's like they're in the basement
Number one spot and now they can't find my replacement
I swear now I can't take it, knowing nobody's got my baby
And now I'm drunk, feeling weak I can't think
I shouldn't have put it down, should've got that trophy
'Cause I can still feel Asdrúbal in the air
See his pretty face running down left flank
My scorer, my creator, my shawty, my best flank
I left him, I closed him down
'Cause I knew that it just had to end

I was thinking about it - thinking 'bout FM15
Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' through
Open my Steam yeah, looking at time spent
So I traveled back, down that road
Will Barrie Pritchard ever win the Ballon d'Or, no one knows 
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory

When I be gamin' man I swear I see his face at every turn
Tryna get my summer on but I can't let it continue
And I just hopes he knows that he's the only one I yearn for
More and more I miss him, when will I learn
Didn't give him all my love, I guess now I got my payback
Now I'm in my Steam library thinking all about my baby
Hey, he was so easy to love
But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough
I'm going through it every time that I'm alone
And now I'm missing, wishing I'd pick up the game
But I made the decision that I wanted to move on
But was I wrong? 

I was thinking about it - thinking 'bout  FM16
Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' through
Open my Steam yeah, looking at time spent
it is only just a memoryyyyy
So I traveled back, down that road
Will Celta ever make it out of the CHL groups, no one knows 
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory

If you ever loved an FM version put your hands up
If you ever loved an FM version put your hands up
And now you've moved on and you're wishing you could give them everything
Said if you ever loved an FM version put your hands up
If you ever loved an FM version put your hands up
Now you've moved on and you're wishing you could give them everything

I was thinking about it - thinking 'bout  FM17
Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' through
Open my Steam yeah, looking at time spent
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory
So I traveled back, down that road
Will Nelson ever take over the world, no one knows 
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory

I was thinking about it - thinking 'bout  FM17
Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' through
Open my Steam yeah, looking at time spent
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory
So I traveled back, down that road
Will Mumbu ever move out of Nelson's office, no one knows 
I realize - yeah - it is only just a memory

 

Coffee???? What COFFEE??? 

[Deisler26]

Mumbu sad 

[Benjoe]

1 hour ago, Deisler26 said:

Mumbu sad 

Amen.

[Benjoe]

Mumbu - A Haiku
by Anonymous

Dryspell FMtime,

suddenly pale Mumbu cries,

whilst watching the bushpig.
 

[bigmattb28]

Commenting to follow, slightly intrigued, slightly nervous, very interested to see where this is going.......

[Benjoe]

5 hours ago, bigmattb28 said:

Commenting to follow, slightly intrigued, slightly nervous, very interested to see where this is going.......

This is the perfect way to feel about anything in life, and especially this thread. 

[Benjoe]

Bushpig - A Haiku
by Nelson Mandela Jr. 
 

Laughter he does much,

As young, hairy bushpig farts,

'Twas Mumbu himself.

[BoxToBox]

5 hours ago, bigmattb28 said:

Commenting to follow, slightly intrigued, slightly nervous, very interested to see where this is going.......

Those who wish to follow this,

(His Ghetto Gospel)

He welcomes with his hands,

And the red card sinks at last,

True, the skills uncontrolled,

And peace to this young warrior,

Without the sound of shuns...

[Benjoe]

Whose bushpig is that? I think you know him,
Dumb as a rock, tall, pale and slim 
Like a tale of woe, I watch him frown,
As the world goes by, he's heads back to town,

He gives his bushpig a shake,
And sobs until the tears overtake,
The only other sound's the break,
Of nervous farts and stomach ache.

The bushpig is clueless, unaware of his fate
He has survived so far, having fought to this date
But tonight he shall not sleep.
Left in a bath with soap that seep

Next morning Mumbu rises from his bed,
He looks at countless posters of Nelson's head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the imminent with never ending dread.

...

"Yes hello. Welcome to 'Soft and clean cleaners, we make your mess soft and clean'. What can I help you with, Sir?"

Mumbu looked at the receptionist with disgust. 

"Give me back my friend."

"Erh, sorry Sir. I don't quite-"

"THE SUIT. THE BUSHY SUIT. GIVE. ME. MY. BUSHY."

The recptionist, startled and panickingly reached for the bushpig costume and quickly passed it on to Mumbu who left without paying.

...

"Never again... never again, Bushy. I don't even like it when you're soft and clean..."

[ManUtd1]