• Mixed Up
    It was Saturday When the sky was a roof to our terraces Not an extra for those who pay It was the working mans sport When the net was something that bulged with goals The world wide web meant nought It was the beautiful game When a Brazilian was just a bloke called Pele We […]
  • Mothers Day
    Me ma hates football She takes me to every game I say she doesn’t have to I could always get the train Me ma doesn’t understand offside She watches from the stand Shouting at the ref when he blows up Making gestures with her hand Me ma doesn’t know the rules Though she recognises “Goall!!!!!!!” […]
  • Sir Bobby Robson
    Cancer thinks that it has won One million pounds may yet prove it wrong Enthusiasm, humour, courage Sir Bobby Robson – his name will live on Cancer took him in the end After seventeen years And five replays Cancer doesn’t play fair Elevated to the upper tier With no more stairs to climb Sir Bobby’s […]
  • One’s Team is In League One
    Soon Norwich will be playing Yeovil But it’s better than that game They play out at The Oval That’s it I’m afraid, my fellow poets Nothing else rhymes with Yeovil Not even Bovril That’s the joy of relegation A whole new league awaits exploration To revive the jaded fans
  • Summertime Blues, Reds, Black & Whites…
    The close season Late spring through summer holidays How do I miss football Let me count the ways No football, no structure, no anticipation No joy: but wait! the Confederations Cup on BBC3 Toulon tournament in stadia surrounded by trees World Cup qualifiers Air horn amplifiers To drown out commentators And annoy couch potatoes Only […]