Christopher T. George
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Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 2 months ago
You seem a stalwart chap, Sam,
on that we’d be first to own,
the sort of bloke we’d meet at pub
and treat to a pint of brown.Sam, you’re as solid as Bolton
you’ve managed to renown;
your name, too, Sam […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 2 months ago
I see you at your Vatican window as you deliver
your appeal for world peace and you release
two white doves with the boy who reminds you
of your Polish childhood kicking a balled cloth
that substituted for a […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
“Am I so round with you, as you with me,
that like a football, you do spurn me thus?”
A Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 1I scored! I scored! Verily, all of you saw it,
the ball came flighted over from the left […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
“Nor tripped neither, you base football player…”
King Lear, Act 1, Scene 4What fool you? That you wouldst trip me
as I was about to score: Bard 1 Thine 0;thou were sent packing, one red card won.
I picked […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
The St. John’s River not the Mersey
and it’s the Super Bowl in Florida
not Anfield or Goodison or Wembley:
halftime during football with the hands
not so much the feet,
and the former Beatle’s in fine voice
as […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
my Dad used to call it
when we emigrated to the States
in the mid-Fifties
real footie we played
in contrast to that other stuff
when Basil would wrestle with
aluminium on his rabbit ears
to try to wrench a […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
took me to see South Liverpool
we froze standing on the terraces
on that damp dull Saturday in Garston
with no one else nearby.We stamped our feet
till halftime
a cuppa tea
and a pork pie
to warm us up
for the […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
Iraq has voted, less bloodily
than might have been feared,
though bloody uncertainty persists.
In a hopeful Allawi government ad,
U.S. tanks grind across the desert
toward the border, dust swirling.
Lads drop a […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 3 months ago
It surely bears comparison to Maradona’s
“Hand of God” goal versus England,
the superb flyer El-Hadji Diouf took,airbound in the Ewood Park air
beyond the desperate fingers
of Blackburn’s keeper Brad […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
Pelé kicked the ball:
the ball’s charmed trajectory
—one more golden goal.Lads play footie on
waste ground, use bricks for goalposts,
somehow learn the skills.Christopher T. George
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Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
All those winter evenings, Grandad listened
to BBC Radio as he went over Vernon’s Pools,
so many names to me as I played by the fire:
Leyton Orient, Brighton and Hove Albion,
and all the exotic Scottish names l […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
In that factory land, Ted Hughes country,
with its dour names, Oswaldtwistle, Bury,
Hebden Bridge, Mytholmroyd, Heptonstall,
the ‘Pool brought their hopesof FA Cup glory, but with a second string team,
all the […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
In those icy waters, with winter coming on,
a computer guides the conqueror worm to its target.
At Goose Green, a playing pitch has been cratered
with bombs. The shrapnel in a soldier’s chest
outweighs the […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
Prince Harry dresses for a fancy dress party
swastikaed in Nazi uniform. Di Canio proffers
a fascist salute after his team Lazio beats
Roma 3-1. What of all the misery, blood,
and horror that occurred under […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
Throw out the
French deck,
farm out the dreck,
advertise your best,
make a quid or two–
Michael to Madrid,
Danny to Charlton;
bring in Luis, Fernando,
Xabi, Mauricio. . . shuffle
them all around, and then
what […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
A branch of May:
a memory
of how at age five I ran
across Penny Lane
railway bridge,
a crayoned Union Jack
flapping in my hand.1953: Coronation Year!
In class at Dovedale Primary I received
a mug with […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
A prime example of a player
who should put his game
where his mouth is,
a footballer who will never
come within spitting distance of fame.Christopher T. George
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Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
The Sally Gas are to close the home.
The strip of grass where I played footie
outside the Beaconsfield Road mansion
beyond the red iron gates with leaves
of strawberries and strawberry flowers,
where me mates and […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
I exhibit the monster conker secretly in poetry class,
and bets are laid for the lunch-time tournament,
Toby Cash, in a reverie, oblivious to our whispers,
paces the room, delivers an impassioned recitation
of […] -
Christopher T. George published a poem on the site Football Poets 19 years, 4 months ago
An away match down south–follow the team everywhere.
Sleep in your scarf the night before so they’ll win.
We lose anyway. The train journey back at night.
Boozy men stagger down moving corridors. Engaged:
I wait […] - Load More
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
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20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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