Football Poets

A.I. is a saviour and the new soccer sleuth,
here to solve online searches for footballing truth.

So, is the Golden Boot made of real gold?
Can a 47-year-old be trusted to play well in goal?

Did Hungary […]

Too good to go down,
too bad to stay up, and
mid table mediocrity,
isn’t for the likes of us.

Lost the dressing room,
thrown away the plot,
our misfiring forwards,
cock up (almost) every s […]

At least we’ll be here a year from now because
there’s three teams worse than we are
who deserve to go down.

You can park your bus in our midfield,
drive a tractor through our defence.
Slalom freely our […]

It’s easy to mock,
marvellous to laugh and sing,
Hooray, Everton
are right back in the mire again.

May be Jordan Pickford
should play for the Blades,
A better sanction
than ten points taken away. […]

Sorry Swindon
for denying you Europe,
after you beat Arsenal
to win the Football League Cup.

But beating the Arse
isn’t enough, when
you’re still a mere
third division football club.

So, we’ […]

A spring evening,
bats flit the warm twilight.
Enjoying the swarm,
feeding on the excitement,
chants echo under the floodlights.

A ravenous crowd, and
the biggest gathering ever.
Roosted to the rafters, […]

The early rounds of the FA Cup
look so frenetic,
but the scale and the range
make it dramatic,
turn it poetic.

Hallam or Irlam
will play
Thackley or Goole, while
City of Liverpool
or Penistone […]

A tense game played out at top volume.
Weeds three feet high,
make tidy play almost impossible.

A pass back short, away from the defender.
A collective lunge,
the ball skids high over our keeper.

Next […]

We’ve had ‘em all,
the hired guns,
the journey men,
the over the top of the hill.

Managers promising stability,
and less of a football thrill.

Pulis and Pardew.
Neil, Sam, and the Ollie.
Drawn by […]

I like to be in Afghanistan.
Okay for me in my Sudan.
I like to be one team Iran.
I like to play in peace when I can.

I like to be safe, without war.
Bring it right on, early doors.
I like to play, win, […]

Now’s the time
when football
stops on the pitch.

Now’s the time
when football
stops on the telly.

Now’s the time
when the parks
go quiet.

Now’s the time
the grass
starts recover […]

We don’t talk much
beyond the weather,
but we can talk football
forever and ever.

Drive into the box,
mark the man in space,
a shared language, we
can kick all over the place.

Your personal terms m […]