Football Poets

You’ve taken ten points off us,
But we are not dismayed.
There’s plenty more still up for grabs,
Loads matches to be played.

Of ten points you have stripped us,
But we’re not mice, we’re men.
So […]

Oh spare a thought
For poor old Gibraltar
There must have been
Something in the water
Annihilated by the French
Renaissance
It must have been a gruesome
Sight
When the French gave
Fulsome flair and […]

It’s easy to mock,
marvellous to laugh and sing,
Hooray, Everton
are right back in the mire again.

May be Jordan Pickford
should play for the Blades,
A better sanction
than ten points taken away. […]

We watched the paint dry
Dripping with coats
Of emulsion creamy
As insipid white
England paling
Into insignificance
Awful as the
Dullest wallpaper
And to think
That over 80,000 paid
For the […]

Drop o’ rare old mountain dew
Silver flask passed twixt a few
Helped keep howling cross field chills at bay
After mass, hastily assembled over The Scrubs,
Cheered on by muckers and close bloods
Deemed a pro […]

Shock, horror
Obscenity,
Morally repulsive
Football drowning
In its raging money
Driven ocean
Today Manchester City
Overwhelmed by millions
Of pounds raking in
Fortunes by the lorryload
Washing over the […]

On the weekend of grave
Solemnity for those we
Loved and always will
The heavens opened today
In the Premier League firmament
It was raining goals
A monsoon of memories
At the Bridge today
We crossed to […]

Sorry Swindon
for denying you Europe,
after you beat Arsenal
to win the Football League Cup.

But beating the Arse
isn’t enough, when
you’re still a mere
third division football club.

So, we’ […]

By the crackling log fires
Of the FA Cup first round
Born on the day
Of crisp November
Autumnal breezes
Rustling through
Our minds your
Rain soaked
Thought processes
Blustery acoustics
Hear the communal […]

Now there’s a rarity
Almost as unusual
As the eclipse of the moon
For the first time
Since the outbreak of the
Boer war,
Ladysmith conflict
The Crimean dust up,
Bayeux Tapestry
When Harold met
William […]

I love Wednesday night’s walking football:
The gathering dusk of late October:
Floodlights lighting the way to goal,
While a moon rises high in the sky,
Illuminating childhood memories
Of yesteryear’s Aut […]

The Table don’t look healthy,
We’ve really messed things up.
But we’re not worried in the least,
There’s three teams worse than us …

I popped into the barber’s,
To get my long hair clipped.
The o […]