Football Poets

Hi Peter – to make it easier for Crispin to identify what you’re referring to, you can highlight the relevant text with your mouse and click on “Comment” or “Quote and Comment” to make the comment more specific. […]

Crispin, to jump in and answer can you explain? I think Peter was referring to:

[The four home nations were all there
And England’s hopes soon disappeared]

🙂

At this stage, all we have is hope. Dammit.

This poem made me smile.

I’m just happy that Scunthorpe passed our profanity filters!

If? Have you met a football supporter who isn’t? And just to prove it, the next poem is… super superstituous!

[Where has Jodi Craddock gone?]

I googled him (not being a Wolves fan, I hadn’t heard of him) and was surprised by what I found. There can’t be many ex-footballers who become artists. Thanks for alerting me to […]

Well played sir. This should be a cup-winning couplet.

Good luck! Hope to see you on Sunday if I can make it.

Hi Graham – I’m really pleased to see that you’re annotating your poems verse-by-verse. Did you know you can also highlight a bit of text in a verse and comment on that? Hover over this comment to see what I highlighted.

Not forgetting folk hero Robin Friday who started a now commonplace trend by kissing a policeman after scoring against Rochdale in 1975

“The policeman looked so cold and fed up standing there that I […]

Great line – made me laugh out loud.

[you all owe me a beer]

Next time a player fires the ball off to Margate, I’ll buy you a beer where it lands!

I hope you like the format when you print it out, Ianthe. Let me know if you think it could be improved.

[Ideas of March]

Nice image Crispin, but I believe it’s the Ides of March!

Hi Scott, thanks for pointing this out. I have assigned the poem to your poet profile and changed the title to your original one. I have also notified the site editor and asked him to investigate the other poems t […]

I so want to split this poem into two verses!

True story: Hull City is the only club name in the Football League where one cannot colour in an “enclosed loop” in one of the letters. Yet another reason for it to keep its name!

I’ve tagged this poem as “Nostalgia” but wish I didn’t have to.