Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 weeks ago
When you think that far back, games are framing devices
for otherwise lost days’ part-salvaged filmssuch as the one in late December ’93 –
I’ll call it Black Country Mince Pies –
in a Sierra Sapphire up the […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 months ago
When he takes a long haul flight
through the sun’s dipped beams outlining grey,
when everyone sleeps he stays awake.When others revise for future tests
or diverted minds shift between screens,
Erling takes […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 months, 4 weeks ago
There’s a different kind of freedom
when you opt out in faded Berghaus,
not carrying much over the bridge
as a train rattles over the viaduct
between stubble fields, lighting its way
like the end of your roll […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 6 months, 3 weeks ago
Black cushions of recycled Continental
are semi-volatile compounds
like the Sandhurst centre-back
channelling his week into a tackle.In Tiempos, feel the rubber crumb
of zinc-enriched non-organic […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 months, 3 weeks ago
After all that transpired: injuries, bereavements, heartaches,
relegation to No.3 before a transfer back to Cardiff Met:
crucial stops at critical times.After everything you didn’t plan –
the sun behind a […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 months ago
Through rain drifting across floodlight beams
and smoke off the hotdog hut
from a corner by the Thamesyou can see through black metal railings
through the smog and instant snap of fag ash
a distant heap […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 months ago
The day the leaflets came, election sludge
we slip into like a soft play ball park,
they promised us all a new start.The current incumbent wouldn’t smile,
just said ‘It’s strange how all these missi […] -
Alex Saynor‘s profile was updated 1 year, 1 month ago
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 1 month ago
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 […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 1 month ago
‘Be quiet; the weather’s on the night news.’
Stephen Malkmus, Watery, DomesticCirrus never whispers, or was that Texas?
What you really meant was cumulonimbus
with deep grey future rain around its […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 5 months ago
On this island, is it Saints or Pompey,
what do you say? Don’t ask me, my friend;
I’m a Bournemouth fan from Alum Bay.When you look north, from Cowes,
or east, from Ryde, I’m around the headland
at Chilt […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 5 months ago
She was talking to me under the radio,
under the Saturday food programme
guests cautioned against innuendowho went for humour in unlikely combos
while eyes sank lower above the wheel.
If anything can […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 8 months ago
We’ll play it safe and get there for sunrise.
Driving to Croydon, any day,
is like being at Exeter Services on a Saturday
in August, single file by West Cornwall Pasty.So when should we leave? When will w […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 10 months ago
It was like that angst in the chest you mentioned, but then it exploded.
My ‘self’ was in a hundred fragments.All I had was a bed and a skylight,
a window on the incomprehensible.Drifting off, I m […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years ago
A slow moving weather system,
burdened by a week of brooding, low-lying
internet traffic will break or settle
in the pre-match huddle.Straining my eyes; who is that team?
They were so far gone from the […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 3 months ago
With gravity at a low centre,
you danced around temporary pairs
with teams matched up player for player.
Without seeing, but in your field of consciousness
you could sense it coming:
the reducer.Their […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 5 months ago
Wembley you’ve been livin’ hell to me
with your Hanger Lane gyratory
traffic for no reason, regardless of the season,
and the IKEA cafe’s run out of lingonberry.Wembley, I hate every inch of you.
Your […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 6 months ago
You hear it at every 5-a-side:
the myth of the man with time.
He’s rarely there, but you hear his name.
‘Paul – he must be 60 now – dictates the game.’He’s reached the point where he rarely runs,
but […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 7 months ago
I knew it would happen; we missed the window.
Our boat didn’t come in and nor did we swim to it.Our chairman had a month at Cowes Week.
The vice-president got trapped in industrial brioche,
was stuck in […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 11 months ago
The day I found out I was leaving,
no-one told me. It was on Ceefax, page 302:
I’m off to Bristol City!Maybe it’s time to ride the Severn Bore
to Gloucester from Sharpness
in tomorrow’s dusk and […] - Load More
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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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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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