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Sharon Ingle

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    It’s the World Cup soon, they say
    Tournament countdown, it starts in five days

    Oh yeah, that – I’m not really interested
    Watching England, it’s become a bit of a bore –
    Then I remember: Hunter, Hurst and Bobby […]

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    When you hear the final whistle
    You know that it’s official
    Your club is relegated right enough
    You’re feeling blue, it’s true
    But there’s nothing you can do
    No point being glum or in a huff

    Always look on the […]

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    Why do we keep going season after season?
    Non-believers around us can’t see the reason
    They just see us after we’ve lost a game
    They hear us moaning and feel our pain
    The next weekend, we go back again

    We’re away […]

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    Three games to go, just above the bottom three
    Can we hold on, we can only wait and see
    Who knows which way the cookie will crumble
    One false move and we’ll take a tumble

    A 5.30 kick off adds to our […]

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    S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    When I was a kid
    A football shirt was hard to find
    The two sports shops in my city
    Sold hockey sticks and shin pads
    Nothing fancy, nothing ‘designed’

    Best you could hope for was a scarf
    Knitted by your Gran in […]

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    S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    “The Premier League – the land of milk and honey
    Oh, how happy we would be to grab all that money”

    Norwich v WBA – another ‘must win’ game, no, a we really ‘MUST win’ game…(we lost)

    Saturday was toxic
    No […]

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    S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    I think I’m hearing things
    Did he just say ‘knitted boots’ or have I cloth ears?
    I can’t have heard what I just heard
    I’ve heard nothing like it in all my years

    Colourful boots are now the norm
    Rainbow, neon, […]

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    S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    As if it wasn’t bad enough
    Anticipating the ‘big’ game
    It seems our atmosphere was lacking
    And it’s us fans who are to blame

    The club again patronised us
    Providing clappers to help us make some noise
    It’s like a […]

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    When you’re out of action
    With your leg in traction
    What do you do to pass the time
    When injury strikes you in your prime

    Hang about all day at the bookies
    Drink gallons of tea and eat choc chip cookies
    Can’t do […]

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    Aston Villa 4 Norwich City 1

    The impact made by Hoolahan
    lasted as long as a gnats attention span
    Another horrible result
    Hughton’s defence leaks like a watering can

    Under Lambert we were pampered
    Scoring goals […]

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    Can we have some decorum please?
    Before the door on sportsmanship is slammed shut
    I expect tactics and team talks from managers
    With a handshake, not a headbutt

    The game has to have physical contact
    Players have […]

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    Hull City fans don’t want to be Tigers
    The Bluebirds didn’t want to be red
    It got me thinking ‘what if’ Norwich City
    Were known as Delia’s Donkeys instead

    We’re famous for our Canaries
    Those gutsy singing yellow […]

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    It was a good height for the keeper
    An easy save to make
    The forward shot straight at him
    No problem, piece of cake

    Keepers never get the credit
    For acrobatic body swerves
    Agility and concentration
    And, facing […]

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    Getting ready for the next fixture
    Talk selection, tactics, game plan
    Cope with injuries and odd suspensions
    Pray for attendance of the kit man

    Bungay Town have been awarded some money
    To level their sloping […]

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    What whiffs distinguish your ground?
    Damp earth or lush green grass
    Hot dogs, burgers and chunky fries
    Muscle rub from changing rooms as you pass

    The stench of relegation
    The sweet smell of success
    Bovril, soup, […]

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    Everyone should be considered equal, all on a par
    Let’s not get so insecure about who or what we are
    Do people feel insulted by someone shouting ‘Man Up’?
    Even those who wear a double dee cup?

    Why should we be […]

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