I am a teacher and writer. From an early age I loved writing stories and imaginary football reports, such as when our local park team, King’s Own, in The Wimbledon and District Football League, supposedly held Don Revie’s Leeds United, in their considerable pomp, to a 0-0 draw at the Recreation Ground down the road. I also loved reading about football in Charles Buchan’s Football Monthly. But the main thing was the weekly journey to Craven Cottage or Plough Lane, depending on who was home. Fulham were in Division One then, and Wimbledon were in the Southern League. There didn’t seem to be any conflict of interest back then. I suppose my No. 1 team then were Fulham, because they had Johnny Haynes, and all the great teams of the day came to play: Man United (NOT Man U then!) with Denis Law, George Best and Bobby Charlton; Liverpool, with Ian St John and Ian Callaghan; Leeds Utd with Jack Charlton and Peter Lorimer. And some great victories: Beating Newcastle Utd 5-1; Man City 4-1. But Fulham, as a selling club, would always replace great stars with has-beens and there was never enough ambition: too much emphasis on show business and funny players like Tosh Chamberlain who supposedly took a drag of a fan’s cigarette before taking a corner. I always felt they were on their way down. Yet Wimbledon, then semi-professional, had their own distinguished history, were demonstrably on their way up. And what a journey it was at that homely, ramshackle ground that was not seen as fit to grace the Premier League, where the fans used to change ends at half time with the players. Imperceptibly Wimbledon became my No 1 team. After all, they were a 15 minute walk away, not 3 tube stops and a long walk away.
As a writer I began with painstakingly researched historical plays about the Second World War, before branching out into monologues and audio plays. And then, about 6 months ago, I went on a performance poetry course and that really fired my imagination. I write poems inspired by football, history, nature, human relationships, cooking and technology.
About This Site
Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
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Latest Comments
13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder .
Best
Crispin
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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