Sharon Ingle
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S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years, 10 months ago
James Alexander Gordon
We all know the name
Voice instantly recognised
We don’t know the man
But he’s part of our livesClassified football results
Since nineteen seventy four
He reads the first half of the […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years, 11 months ago
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 itAnything is possible, how many points will we get
Just how […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years, 11 months ago
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 […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years, 11 months ago
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 purpleThe shirt itself is quite a treat
One that I would be […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years ago
It’s the World Cup soon, they say
Tournament countdown, it starts in five daysOh yeah, that – I’m not really interested
Watching England, it’s become a bit of a bore –
Then I remember: Hunter, Hurst and Bobby […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 1 month ago
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 huffAlways look on the […]
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S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 2 months ago
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 againWe’re away […]
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S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 2 months ago
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 tumbleA 5.30 kick off adds to our […]
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S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 2 months 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 […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 2 months 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 […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 3 months 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 yearsColourful boots are now the norm
Rainbow, neon, […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 3 months 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 blameThe club again patronised us
Providing clappers to help us make some noise
It’s like a […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 3 months ago
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 primeHang about all day at the bookies
Drink gallons of tea and eat choc chip cookies
Can’t do […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
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 canUnder Lambert we were pampered
Scoring goals […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
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 headbuttThe game has to have physical contact
Players have […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
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 insteadWe’re famous for our Canaries
Those gutsy singing yellow […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
It was a good height for the keeper
An easy save to make
The forward shot straight at him
No problem, piece of cakeKeepers never get the credit
For acrobatic body swerves
Agility and concentration
And, facing […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
Getting ready for the next fixture
Talk selection, tactics, game plan
Cope with injuries and odd suspensions
Pray for attendance of the kit manBungay Town have been awarded some money
To level their sloping […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 4 months ago
What whiffs distinguish your ground?
Damp earth or lush green grass
Hot dogs, burgers and chunky fries
Muscle rub from changing rooms as you passThe stench of relegation
The sweet smell of success
Bovril, soup, […] -
S B Ingle published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 10 months ago
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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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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