Football Poets

So Ipswich Town are back
In the Premier League
Boiling furnace
Let’s go crazy in the fenlands
It’s been simply ages
Since the agricultural heartlands
Of Suffolk witnessed
Seasonal harvests of goals
And […]

some still ‘new’ to little Forest Green
might not have known him or the legend he’s been
he often came out with “truthfully” a lot
but Bob Hunt gave it out with all he’d got
sometimes in a match you were ne […]

And so the season winds down
Drawing ever closer to those
Final paragraphs
The rhapsodic choruses
Rather like the finely
Oiled voices of
Gospel singers
On a Sunday morning
That you find […]

So there you were on the brink
Of adolescence
Voice finally broken
Hormones in disarray
Struggling with the
Realisation that school
Had offered nothing
Of any note or substance
It was the last game
Of […]

We don’t need no FA Cup replays
We don’t need no extra games
No lower league teams in the quarters
FA, screw those clubs below
Hey, FA, screw them clubs below
All in all, they’re just a nothing club that c […]

Oh how we’ll miss
The continuous sequence
Of FA Cup replay after replay
More and more carbon footprints
The same old song
Played over and over again
No resolution, no clarity
Indecision until the
Calendar […]

“Twenty-five percent possession?
Doesn’t sound that much.
Twenty-five percent possession?
Surely not enough.
Twenty-five percent possession?
Reckon we’ll need more.
Let the Red Shirts hog the ball, […]

Will the Sky Blues come back
three down and on their way out ?
but hang on they’re turning it round
the City are in with a shout.
Its now all level at 3-3
us fans are all up on our feet,
this team we love […]

The first is the Hollywood, lofted
or hooked thirty yards from its target’s foot
over an advertising board for East Neuk Salt.

The second is the slide rule
from a vision barely peripheral –
a pitch for […]

so much has happened in our world since last time
but suddenly a tournament draws near
so all we ask is keep your poems flowing
soon so soon it will be here once more
and may our rhymes reflect these times […]

There was a lack of football on TV.
So you invented the Champions League.
But now your players are so tired you say.
Wheeze is to scrap FA Cup match replays.

Chop, change, tinker and tweak.
When will […]