Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years ago
At ‘The Stadiwm Vibrant Vapours’
on that sunlit evening, corporate sponsors
lacked the power of old resonances,
the simple terms the world could afford us:
Richmond Park, rumours of Gorseinon –
leagues […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years ago
In air thin against the coast
where Blue Lias cliffs enclose
swimmers in the shallowsturbines shift with the wind at its approach;
a pylon catches, at the end of the sun’s
closing speech, new […] -
Alex Saynor commented on a poem on Football Poets 8 years ago
Thank you, Graham – much appreciated. Your poems are always highlights I look out for.
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years ago
With those air miles, Roy, you could tour the moons of Jupiter.
Ensure the planets are in correct formation,
no-one stepping beyond their sphere.Your Wikipedia page has crashed my computer
somewhere between […] -
Alex Saynor commented on a poem on Football Poets 8 years ago
Hi Crispin, Thanks so much for this encouragement (sorry, I’ve only just seen this message.) Really appreciate it. Chuffed for you that FGR went up…I live in Wokingham, near Reading. It would be great to catch […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years ago
Wanted man at Hounslow Central
Wanted man outside the Stoop
Wanted man on Chiswick High Road
Wanted man at Botanic KewWanted man outside the Beehive
Wanted man in Osterley
Wherever you might look tonight […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years ago
What if we forgot to start pre-season,
found a training camp for enjoying time
above crickets and distant fireflies?What if we only started the season
to fulfil a contract? Where is the passion
which made […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years 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 8 years 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 8 years 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 8 years ago
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years 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 8 years 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 9 years 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
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Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 9 years ago
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Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 9 years ago
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Alex Saynor changed their profile picture 9 years ago
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years 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 9 years 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 10 years 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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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.
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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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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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