Football Poets

Right now I’m full of sadness
At the Adolf-Jager football ground
Not sure if this is my last visit
Soon it won’t be around.
A new home will be built
But new stadiums are never the same
Gone will be the ghosts that […]

The resurrected Red Dragon
breathed fire all across
the Gallic landscape;
the 3 Lions thought they had a tasty meal
of Russian bear
until Ursis clawed back
to equal footing;
they all fight to live another […]

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in another first

Slovakia win in style

Russia clutching straws

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with one special strike

Switzerland remain on course

for the last sixteen

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Les Bleus leave it late

plucky Iceland […]

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rolling back the years

Hungary return to find

that ol’ Magyar style

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Christiano peeved

little Iceland hold their own

for their first sweet point

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Czeched back for so long

Iniesta shines for Spain

stifled but they win

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one late Zlatan touch

pens back plucky Ireland

as they share the points

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woeful Belgium

as Italia call the […]

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how come ev’ry time

we are let down once again

by moronic fans?

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Turkey gobbled up

in the end Croatia hail

one great magic strike

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valiant throughout

Northern Ireland fall short

Polish leave a shine

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so direct and strong

Germany march on once […]

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just one goal’s enough

as the Swiss roll over

brave Albania

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Wales turn back the years

spirit strength and brilliant fans

in their first great win

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watching England draw

all […]

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nervous from the start

can they dance a nation cries ?

yes they can-can (ouch)

Les Blues
have Le Prem
to thank!
A great big “Merci!”
for bringing Payet up a notch or two
so now they’re likely to go through?

Then let me be the first
to burst
forth with the corniest rhyme:
France
to advance

I can’t believe it’s finally arrived
Cup Final day at last
Something I have long dreamed for
Coming round so fast.
Yet it’s got nothing to do with Dulwich Hamlet
Or Millwall in the play-offs tomorrow
It’s the […]

Two minutes left on the clock
The Hamburg Cup was almost ours
The Altona ‘Class of 2016’
Would go down in folklore as stars.
But then Norderstedt had that last chance
Found the back of the net
Deep down I knew it […]

Calming my nerves at half-time
That’s what poetry’s for
I really can’t believe it
One nil’s the current score.
With this be a famous giant-killing
I think I know the story…
Always the inevitable
Instead of a […]

So who will be victorious?
Who will take the spoils?
Will it be some artisans
Or will it be the team that toils?

Who will be the superstar?
The one who has us all-a-twitter?
Will it be one of our own?
Or someone […]

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more than just a store

smallest ever nation there

Iceland live the dream

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another golden Euro football summer
across the land in villages and towns
another chance to pit our wits in Europe
another chance to turn it all around
to rearrange your life around the matches
to hopefully avoid […]

the George Cross flags are all now strangely absent
I sense nor see no wild hysteria here
the local pubs are closing down and struggling
It’s getting hard to to see games anywhere
but I’ve got all I need at home […]

The World Cup was won by England fifty years ago
And there was a very special player
From Fulham you may know.
A solid, strong defender,
George Cohen is his name,
He gave his all to football
For the love of the […]

so this is THE one, the ONLY one
that transcends
any talk of Pele, Maradonna, Messi
or even Puskas, Best, Cryuff

for this man was self styled
self monikered
and yet, just so goddamned right

The Louisville Lip, R.I.P.

It’s funny how as you get older
Your dreams they start to fade
All those hopes of Wembley
They begin to shade.
Amateur Cup quarter final
Back in Seventy Four
Too young to understand how close we were
Almost one […]