Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 5 months ago
The biggest game, the culmination
of a fading season brought pause
to fans ranged across the masonry
of ancient stands in rival colours.Penalties. The terminal feedback
of defeat, the draughtsman’s empty […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 5 months ago
How did we arrive here?
Carrying unfulfilled fixtures
of the missing from our city
to UEFA’s listening committee,
a tentative morning in the warm sun
of Kungstradgarden assembled faces
from the Stretford […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 7 months ago
Under a canopy of unbroken cloud,
across a junction over undropped kerbs
with gates and hedges for goals
and a wickedly uneven, improvised pitch,
you appeared in an urban field of dreams
arrayed on concrete […] -
Alex Saynor commented on a poem on Football Poets 7 years, 7 months ago
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 7 months ago
It’s the FA People’s Cup,
but who can understand
this affliction in the sun?Fair weather to me is a bitter breeze,
high winds and a heavy squall,
ice patches on fourth generation
artificial surfaces, […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 9 months ago
Watching the sky change from Petticoat Tower,
on the top floor a widower
scans the gold of morning, hassle of twilight,
glimpses the holy land as old animosities
settle over gin and lemonade
with the old boy […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 3 months ago
A trophy haul to rival Ferguson’s,
but new seasons don’t feel so new any more.
An imaginary game in the village of Solva,a training camp in the Austrian Alps,
immaculate pitches, mountains
and […] -
Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 8 years, 3 months ago
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Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 8 years, 3 months ago
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Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 8 years, 3 months ago
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
A tea cosy hat –
the strange shape of loyalty.The Hammersmith and Fulham crest
says ‘I stood among terrace weeds.’Long distance coaches
crawled north for bitter days
on broken trajectories.The tracksuits […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
Clouds were grey and yellow above waves
below verandahs where Magpies thronged
en route to Thursday in Bordeauxfrom south coast weather, a Portsmouth low,
to a liner’s isolated corners,
transitory bars, sea […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 11 months ago
No bitterness in the lemon
No sweetness to the lime
No liquid in the bladder
No water into wineNo nonsense in the bitter
No suspension on appeal
No magic in the mushrooms
No Carrick in midfieldNo bonfire of […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 11 months ago
He plays in the middle
like it’s June on the reef
with a touch as light as lemon drizzle,
feet which glide upon a thermal
and defenders left in disbelief -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 11 months ago
Managers go. Migrate with phantoms
of the present on staircases in frames.
Who stops on the turn and sees the lifting?
Silverware and crow’s feet.People come and go. Hotel rooms,
breakfast, silence in the […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years ago
I can’t remember if around this pitch
kite feathers drift across the scrubland,
but two men with an Alsatian
walk the perimeter, searching.It isn’t safe for children, this public facility,
with ‘Danger of […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 2 months ago
Within the East Stand’s intemperate tropics,
beneath those apocryphal prawns,
life is measured by flat perspectives.Managers, akin to former prime ministers
pacing Fife platforms with friendly fire
and oblique […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 4 months ago
Closed books. We simply couldn’t read them.
Open training sessions traced a line of logic
across our columns. It was errant. Non-existent.The real plan was made behind the double doors
behind the double doors […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 5 months ago
A tour of east coast marine
towns and villages,
flat Lincolnshire fields
and The Wash yields
easily-reached-for names:
Mariners, Pilgrims, odd
ways round to Southwold,
grammatically shot to bits
by Ipswich, […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 5 months ago
No fences are broken here
where none exist
in a suburb of Copenhagen
where Astro-turfs open to everyone.No paradise, these gardens,
and such high winds that goalposts
lifted, moved with the stones
that pelted […] - Load More
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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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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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