Football Poets

Was you doing lip service
Supporting ‘Rainbow Laces’ Day?
How tolerant would you really be
If footballers turned gay?
The game turns a blind eye
To managers and agents taking bungs
Can you imagine the uproar
Of […]

Such a simple concept
Inventing Non League Day
I never realised how much
Until Dulwich entered the fray.
I could never have imagined
Champion Hill packed to the hilt
Biggest crowd we’ve ever seen
Since the Stadium […]

In the town of Dudley, six miles from the Wolves
I was born many years ago.
Football was the passion there,
A love I was soon to know.
Ten years before I faced the world
A little boy was born.
He too was a Dudley […]

Just a plain, hard plastic seat
Flat clean concrete to stand my feet
Toilets with paper in endless rolls
Attacking football and scores of goals

A short person sat in front so I can see
Half-time break with a […]

I’m ringing you
over and over
and over again
c’mon,
pick up,
please
I have to hear you’re ok
please, please
it’s not meant to end this way

I keep ringing
you go to voicemail
but you don’t return my call
then […]

I loved school
I hated school
I tolerated school
In hindsight, I cherished school
I loved playing football
in school, out of school
pre-school, après school

And then….
then there were the weekends!
kick-abouts on […]

OK -before you ask the legend’s name
here’s a clue – it’s not Hodgson !

But if you ask me now
a so-tagged ‘football poet/editor’
and lover of the game
to name my all time hero
there is no contest.

Think now […]

first the might of Norway
and now the mighty Swiss
bring on the power of San Marino
we can get through this

we can crush Slovenia
those Lithuanians too
and we’ll devour Estonia
but ah what then cry you ? […]

Town Hope to appoint Powell…
My PC heart skipped a beat –
Was this to be the first high profile hiring from the sisterhood?
But no, a misplaced capital
Was like the reddest of herrings
And sent me deep into the […]

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It’s been a long time comin’ been waitin’ for so long

finally it’s happened the moments come along

and who would be the first one to lay that marker down?

but when it came […]

Dear Dickie
Dear, dear, Dickie
You’ll be sadly missed darling
Our quintessential luvvie
Who put on the best grease-painted face
Of British film and cinematography

But personally, it’s sport and geography
That bin […]

Economics A-Level, pretty basic stuff:
When demand for goods is strong, prices soon go up.
If supply exceeds demand, or demand tails off,
Sure as night doth follow day, prices quickly drop.

Certain things we […]

East Fife four, Forfar five
Mythically announced
Scores read out one and all
From the winners to the trounced

Sports Report was an institution
As was James Alexander Gordon
Who with his enigmatic enunciation
Was […]

James Alexander Gordon

We all know the name
Voice instantly recognised
We don’t know the man
But he’s part of our lives

Classified football results
Since nineteen seventy four
He reads the first half of the […]

thirty nine years come rain or snow
only one man who could put you in the know
rushing from the ground for the five o’clock show
listen to the transistor radio
James Alexander Gordon

sometimes you found […]

I’m like a big cuddly bear
coming out of hibernation
a short sharp one admittedly
with this being a world cup summer
but every day without football
is like a blackhole beckoning

I’m like a fidgety mee […]

It’s my world, my land, my stars
Each August when I smell that cut grass
The pitch of glory and mud-smeared kit
Dream your own ending, now this is it

Anything is possible, how many points will we get
Just how […]

First home game
It’s always the same
Have a shower with “Grass” smell gel
Full English: – cereal dish
unadorned today by Weetabix
Make up a flask and pocket a Twix
Put on our shirts, lucky pants and scarves
We […]

Norwich City have a new away kit
The launch described it as red and purple
Which is really bad news for a football poet
As nothing at all rhymes with purple

The shirt itself is quite a treat
One that I would be […]

When the guns finished their mowing
The fields were bereft of grass
Just mud and blood and scattered limbs
Where only stretcher bearers pass

The lines, as such as they were
Marked by discordant trenches
And the […]