Football Poets

“By which a strip of land became a hole in time” – Dúrs Grunbein

The rec still holds the voices:
I pick Petie
I pick Paulie
I pick Danno
I pick Scanner…..
Or is it just compartments of my beleaguered mi […]

Arriving at a certain age
I chanced upon a Facebook Page
A football follower’s delight
Outclassing every other site:
No views of Best or Ken Dalgleish
Or Cruyff, for this was far more niche
It specialised i […]

Too close to call still
Some people think it’s over
You know otherwise

This is the ballad of Derek Acorah,
A footballing lad, and what is more, a
Psychic who detected poltergeists
(Yes, genuine spirits, not scurrying mice)
He used to appear on Living TV
Where his psychic shows […]

I know it must be winter
For the fixtures are piling high
Even though we’re lucky
And the weather’s kinda dry

I know I must be old now
For I rarely get to the games
And I’m also having troub […]

Do you remember ninety-five?
Were you alive in ninety-five?
Blur had a House in the Country.
Oasis Rolled with It.
John Major lived in Number Ten.
The Beeb had the rights to the Cricket.
The Pound was […]

“Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.”
And more than most we Blues have learned
Exactly what that means.

For when it comes to derbies,
We rarely come up trumps,
The Reds are usu […]

Tall and elegant of posture
With a warm, endearing smile
He’d materialize into the box
In his own enduring style

Everywhere he went
As Hammer, Spur, Canary
He was every fan’s favourite
Ghosting past the […]

Mishi was a one-off a real true fan
leaves a huge gap where he always used to stand
held his club like a jewel in his hand
followed them the way few could ever understand

poured out his feelings at the […]

(NB This poem is by ‘Dulwich Poet’ (Mishi Dulwich Hamlet)

Survival
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People say if they cut me
I’d bleed Pink and Blue
I hate to disappoint
But it simply ain’t true.
I’m as ordin […]

They said we were ungrateful
When we sacked our Portuguese.
It wasn’t nothing personal –
He’d brought us to our knees.

His string of poor results
Had us reaching for the Valium,
So we showed him where […]

unassuming style
crucial in our finest hour
Martin Peters shone

whatever happened to hitching?
and can you remember when kids would hitch home for Christmas
to waiting parents on frosty December mornings?

a different world then – hap-less map-less and sat-navless
sussing […]

It was the perfect present,
Charles Buchan’s Football Monthly Annual,
A book that took me instantly back
To a brown linoleum floor
And a hot fire cold room winter,
Studying a dog eared package
Of 5 year o […]

You called on Christmas Eve afternoon,
Carrying an unwrapped parcel,
A gift brought from memory lane:
David Dangerfield’s dad’s football boots,
Slightly battered but proud and dubbined,
Though still sme […]

one Christmas in the trenches
they stood in mud and sand
their loved ones and their football
a distant far off land –
the snow lay thick as thick could be
a bitter chill did spread
behind the sand bags and t […]

there has to be a space there has to be a place
for every single member of the human race
staring at a problem that hasn’t gone away
underneath the suface it’s lingering today
kick it out.. ignore it but […]