Football Poets

The Half-Time team talk that had to be good

to turn what looked like certain defeat around.

I was once a youth team manager of Tring Tornadoes U/16s

we had led the league the whole season […]

Touchline shouting, that’s all I ever hear,
I’m so confused and filled with fear.
I’m only ten years old and football should be fun,
But with all this noise I don’t know which way to run.
“Get back in […]

Favourites for the drop,
Caught them on the hop.
Bolton Wanderers is the name;
We know how to play the premier game
Playing fancy clubs with fancy names.
To the Trotters it’s all the same.

Our winning formation […]

Here comes Tubby Jones
Bringing out the cones.
‘Will Tubby be playing today?’ His mother said.
‘It all depends on how much he’s been fed!’

I felt such a nit,
When I told her he wasn’t fit.
‘I would love to play […]

I am not your modern day footballer
who collects his wages in a hay loader …
from the Premier League pay loader;
aided by Sky TV and now BT money bag dream makers;
so happy to pay ‘the fakers and the takers’ on […]

I am what I am, just an ordinary fan.

I am not your modern day footballer
who collects his wages in a hay loader
from the Premier League pay loader;
aided by Sky TV and now BT money bag dream makers;
so happy to […]

‘Mine’s a light and bitter’, Albert would say.
‘I’ve got one in,’ before the fray.
I’m here in my corner, reading my paper,
Checking that life’s still in order.
Ready to talk to my many friends,
Neve […]

Down our street it’s ever so neat,
You rarely hear the sound of children’s feet.
Tidy gardens and pretty flowers,
No factory chimneys or towers.

Commuters who come home in their company cars,
That look at us as […]

Down our Little Hulton Irwell Road,

it’s: ‘Young versus Old’.

Us lads don’t want to play with toys,

we want to play football and make a noise.

We play from morning till night;

sometimes under the street […]

Down our road it’s young versus old
Us boys don’t want to play with toys.
We want to play football and make a noise.
We’re fed up of being told off by the old,
I wonder if they ever played football in the […]

Ricketts goal will touch your soul,

This guy sure knows how to score a goal!

Little toy with Stockport defence,

Not yet with ENGLAND makes no sence!

This way that way, they have no idea,

Back of the net […]

Here comes Tubby Jones
Bringing out the cones.
‘Will Tubby be playing today?’ His mother said.
‘It all depends on how much he’s been fed!’

I felt such a nit,
When I told her he wasn’t fit.
‘I would love to play […]

Down our street it’s ever so neat,
You rarely hear the sound of children’s feet.
Tidy gardens and pretty flowers,
No factory chimneys or towers.

Commuters who come home in their company cars,
That look at us as […]

Touchline shouting, that’s all I ever hear,
I’m so confused and filled with fear.
I’m only ten years old and football should be fun,
But with all this noise I don’t know which way to run.
“Get back in defence!” my […]