Football Poets

one Christmas in the supermarket
before the jam packed shelves
there’s children making havoc
with the homeless and the elves

while some go late to scour
the bargain cut-down stuff
there’s millions pouring in the […]

bees buzz from the hive
bright red poppies in the field
Griffin Park bows wings

So Wayne, you’re actually one of us
Juggling words the same way you juggle balls
Throw them up in the air
Then catch and re-assemble with dexterity
Each term couched with love
Coupled with the velvet touch, of y […]

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fairy tales must end

Norton made their fans so proud

they can stand up tall

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adding spice and sauce

to a first round packed with thrills

as Worcester march on

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yelling on his side
on a night they’ll nor forget
cheer up Sean Reid*

slips and slides and rain
just like cup ties in the past
Warrington march on

as we watch at home
clocks that tick away the time
on this magic night

I’m old enough to remember when the Pink Un was pink
Printed on paper, on match day, in ink
No radio coverage, no game on TV
If you didn’t go to the match, you waited, like me

If you couldn’t get to the ground to […]

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some say they’re long gone

magic ties of yesterday

not at Forest Green

I turn the page
And there it says
Right at the top on bold:
“The Den”
I get all excited
Brain goes into football mode.
“Come on you Lions!”
But I quickly realise
It’s just some rubbish
About Foxes.
And I don’t […]

I’m at a Czech non-league game
It cost just over a pound
Despite the fact it’s so cheap
There’s dozens outside the ground.
Even more than stood on ‘Jews Hill’
Back at the old Millwall ‘Den’
Apologies for being […]

I’ve arrived at the football
For my birthday treat
It might only be Czech Third Division
But a Friday night game you can’t beat.
Running far too early
So nip into the bar
Talk about a timewarp
A nicotine fug of […]

how much for a life
senselessly a hero dies
for a mobile phone

while a nation mourns
once again the cry is heard
make this killing stop

derby games can wait
Africa has lost its star
Senzo Meyiwa

I do a google search on a postcode
but it means nothing to me;
what’s returned is someone’s home
someone’s sanctuary
someone’s seat
but there’s no draw for me, until…
until I open up the mapping
click on the expa […]

you are like football the grace and thrill
you are excitement a beach in Brazil
you are a stadium theatre of light
you are a temple brilliant as night
you are like football the way you endure
like flowers in […]

three months in the year

when the icy cold subsides

football comes alive

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like the moon
you were our first superstar
lost in your own world

the Best gift of all
you here weaving your magic
why do great things end?

memories on film
long black hair and stunning […]

these crazy player wages
that they allow to be
they spiral madly up and up
so far from you and me
whilst those who play have no idea
just what the fan goes through
the choices that they have to make
to do what […]

We’ll win away at Scunthorpe
We’re going to make our mark
Yes, we’re heading for Old Trafford
By way of Glanford Park.

You lose some and you draw some
But never mind the pain
We’re on our way to […]

The club were founded way back in 1883
by workers of the cycle firm who named them Singers FC.
For 15 years in football’s dawn they played the People’s Game
til 98 when Coventy City then became their name.
After […]

I wrote it
I know I did
I definitely did
but then it hid, from me
slinked in under the sofa
or embedded itself somewhere dark
secreted in a soft-settee recess
in an orgy of folds
origami gone barmy
a sheet in a […]

You really couldn’t make it up
A tea bar with no tea
If it wasn’t such a shambles
You’d think someone was taking the P!
Football might have moved on
No longer a bovril and a flat cap
But not having a half-time […]