These men make their slow journey on the path into the thickets
in their own manner, guided by a map that no other can read.
We can but glimpse the loneliness, the terror, the resignation
the cruel, creeping […]
Thanks Peter – lovely to hear from you and thanks for all your efforts. I enjoy your work. Agree with your assessment – someone puts lead weights in England players’ boots – perhaps its the urge to be cautious a […]
Recently ‘twas asked why the England shirt weighs so heavy?
Perhaps there are other questions behind this continuing levy?
Were we too imperious in showing the world the Britannia way
only for others to have t […]
Love, come inside and leave those wet shoes in the alcove,
dinner’s in the fry pan but you’ll have to re-heat the stove.
I’m afraid we couldn’t wait and it’s a little past its prime,
Silly me, I should’ve […]
The cardboard “Shoot League Ladders” to glue to your wall
“Soccer as I see it” presumably ghost written for Alan Ball
Sideburns, sock-tags, the gapped tooth smiles of another age
The charmingly egalita […]
The portly ex-pro who stands and points like a conductor
Your dodgy calf and what the hell is a strained abductor?
The through ball that runs tantalisingly over the dead ball line
The club disciplinary […]
Arrowing over the skies to the deep wilds of Essex
to the unfamiliarity of the compact, concrete dressing room
its confines offering comfort from the crowd, the cold,
the February wind screaming across the bare […]
We were home internationals, one team boys to a man
brillcreamed, baggy panted, all Kevins, Billys and Stans.
Promotion, a championship and FA Cup winners,
On retiring, only three cheers, stilted board room […]
There he is again
swooping from the dark of the floodlights
to perch on the frame of the goal.
Crossbar carrion bird
eyeing me warily, picking his mark.
Why here, why this field, why now?
With all the beauty of […]
Its dusk and Mr Mochrie sweeps the streets of suburban Brisbane
Bundling the kids of printers, plumbers, labourers into his station wagon
Unbound, bouncing around as coconuts until the last pick up presses