Football Poets

Crispin can certainly carry a tune
And Paul Tubb picks at a guitar
But we – as in the Royal variety –
We are not a muso

Oh I sing when we’re winning
And I chant when we’re cheering
And I’m loud when we’re […]

in the minefield that is a championship challenge
the advantage is with the advance party
with those who have already done their tour of duty
and thus know how to sweep all before them

the adidas 3 parallel stripes
somehow magically morph
into convict couture –
we witness a right muggin’ up norf

crafty Avram plays
his get out of jail free card
as Riise rises or rather stoops
an’ catches Reina […]

Is it a misnomer
this pet name of ours?
Should it be Miss No More … Beautiful Game?
Is it a glorification
of a plain and dowdy sport?
Of a drab and dreary dame?
Of a wan ‘ol one?
Is it a case of too much make […]

The black armbands
And impeccable minutes silence
Tell of the respect and honour
Accorded to every lost soul

But this is a repeated reverence
For 19 years we’ve grieved
Not just the friends and relations
But also […]

“Hi Mam”, ”Hi Grandma!”
Yes, 3 generations in tow
As off to the hairdressers we go
Irritatingly, the funny one of the smalls starts to pester
So we provide a comic for the comic, before the mood starts to fester […]

Play up Pompey!
Tintinabulation
‘eralds ‘Arry

“Never Surrender!”
If Ian Paisley had brought his undoubted passion
into football
we’d never have been able to rob him of possession

“We’ll fight them on the beaches”
If war – hadn’t been the catalyst
Winston […]

Darn!
Actually, that’s a txt of frustration
sent to a friend
rather than instruction to sew
instead of spend
a night in front of the telly
for let’s not pretend
Avram + big games + results
equals a very worrying trend 🙁

Sons losing mothers
Daughters losing dads
Striker misses an open goal
Where’s the tragedy?

Boys without dads
Girls minus mums
Goalkeeper dives over the ball
Where’s the tragedy?

Mothers without sons
Dads […]

Ton up milestone
subdued performance to boot
Becks banks memories

For the season that’s in it

In the beginning
there was life –
but would you Adam & Eve it?
No football.

Caine and Abel came along
and set the tone for the terraces –
but still no football.

Moses climbed to the […]

I was born the colour I am
My moniker and pic reflect that
But I’m all inclusive in outlook
I hope others respect that

Where I am colour biased –
Is in my choice of team
Accuse me there however you will
But […]

back in the good ol’ days
we had real raconteurs
full of repartee and wit

solid decent types
who linger long in the memory,
to whit :

the forthright Doog
the loqacious talking chin
the controversial Clough

the […]

Arise young Knight
go forth and defend
for tis solely on you
that many will depend

To those that attack
put them to the sword
show your true mettle
to collect your reward

Quiroz says :

Red card the ref!
He’s having a mare
Decisions against us …
just ain’t fair!

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David slays Goliath;
the Titans tainted by a tincture
of torpor

how it delights the neutrals
to see the […]

Impressive – how an influx of invitees
imbued with isometric impetus
and ironclad in resolve
can so readily illustrate invincibility;
inter alia
itching to impress
iconoclastic in approach
interknit in their […]

is like pure poetry
or perhaps poor passes
with word, soul and goal

(or how to get Marilyn Monroe into a football poem!!!!!!)

it’s wet and windy outside;
a mucky old day as the adage says
as dirty and grubby as yer average schoolkid’s trackie
and as blustery as an old fashioned […]

“All you need is – love …
Love is all you need …
All you need is …”
repetition, perhaps
“She loves you yeh yeh yeh …”
The Fab Four had it so right
with their lyrics
they were spot on
about mankind’s […]