Football Poets

It rarely garners plaudits
it often ushers pain
those masters of the darkest art
who waste our time again
the dragging to the corner flag
that Shangri-La of spaces
the long slow walk to be replaced […]

The Hand of God ball
is up for grabs!
To be auctioned
to the highest bidder.

And because he is no longer with us
it won’t go to the maximal fibber!
(God bless his memory
for Diego is footballing d […]

Even if your owner’s an eco millionaire
When the bubble bursts a bit you learn to fight despair
Remembering that months ago we had ourselves a time
Cheering dancing in the stands the champagne flowed […]

oh dear another four years on
and just like Russia and South Africa
the question arises again
Qatar – will we watch or not
and equally will we write poems about it ?
the football that is

yeah it’s […]

“One poem follows another”
Just like Haaland’s goals
But elsewhere the scores dry up
And another coach’s head rolls

And so it is
That tetchy Tuchel takes leave
But do mighty Chelsea
Have a handy replace […]

Striker like poet
Blesses ‘net with poise n prose
Masterful finish

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At the wrong end of the Table,
Cos to win we are not able,
But we’re too good to go down.

Here we sit acrest a slump,
Yet we’re not down in the dumps.
No way, not on your Nelly, […]

If not for you, I would never have made it to training, or to the match, or to the trials
If not for you, I would never have read my first word from the back page of your newspaper (Chelsea… and there began m […]

the People’s Games is distant now
they’ve redesigned our game
it’s like there’s just the Premier League
and nothing else remains
I can’t believe it’s happ’ning
they’re taking it away
there must be […]

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The Lionesses proved they are the Best.
Much better than the men are they by far.
Now here’s a thought that’s come into my head:
Could we not send these Lasses to Qatar? […]

watching on in pride

Lionesses roar as one…

could this be their year?

It was all so just so Just William perfect:
Egg sandwiches, crisps and lemonade
Tucked into your duffel bag,
Together with autograph book, green, red and black biros,
And Ian Allan trainspotter books […]

I watch the Tour de France highlights
with a “rouleur’s” relentless interest.
I gasp as a chain chinks
and sit appalled as a prime performer punctures…
so many junctures
and yet as the “domest […]