Football Poets

“The players are behind me”, says Steve McClaren
But
Can he not get the smell of Brût?
Will it be only when
He feels the brute force
Of daggers drawn
That comprehension will descend
And be felt with each downward […]

Global mis-match
Humanity versus Planet
Al Gore referees

A hat-trick of reactions

So the throwing of celery
Is now a felony
But falling to the floor
As if finding a trapdoor
Can get you rewarded
With points and millions sordid

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Celery
Sticks in the craw
If […]

He knew.
He just knew.

An open goal gaped.

It yawned wide
unguarded, like a moment
exposed and vulnerable, like an unwilling model
unshielded, like a shorn Centurion
unprotected, like a tortoise without its […]

Compare me not, to season nor time
Struggle on, with my thoughtless rhyme
For I shall lead you, up the garden path
All for the want, of a cheap ol’ laugh
But along the way, I hope to excite
To show what’s wrong, […]

Two goals, either end of the pitch
One odd
One even

One had been defended by the Italian Oddo
The other had been netted by Trevor Steven

The Beautiful Game
Seduces all before it
Swooning and smitten

He’ll let you know, by marking you black and blue
That constantly rounding him, is the wrong thing to do
And you’ll know when he’s rattled, when you’re under his skin
By the sharp ankle tap, or the kick on the […]

He was my God, my King, my Hero
Now his days on earth number zero
But as a number nine
He was divine
No-one could play him – not even deNiro

He had that seventies hair and kipper ties
There was no-one better in […]

PC is the new black

Ooh, can I say that?
For Political Correctness has us minding more than our manners
Throwaway lines soon turn into banana skins;
There I was about to use an over-ripened fruit of that ilk
To […]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
God – please give us points
We’ll even take two!

Noses are red
And the air turns blue
This is all the thanks I get
For loving you

Veins bulge red
Toes’s turn blue
As I fret and […]

On a night of the full moon, with the clouds
rolling across its face, driven on like husky
dogs by a mushing midnight and gently
chastising wind; hark at the low whistle
and imagined bristle as the lunar […]

It’s disgusting, dreadful, tacky and tasteless
Designed no doubt, by the proverbial parrot
How sad to think that Sir Tom Finney and others
Who wore white and black, in the era of black and white
Now have to feast […]

Bob the Builder
could perhaps
supply half a yard …
of space

unfortunately …
it’s pace
that Sheva
needs in spades

Dad,
You’ve fulfilled so many needs
But the greatest gift of all – is that it wasn’t Leeds

Dad,
A rozzer before the razzle, on the beat at Loftus Road
But at least you had the sense, to bring me to another […]

Fitba
Jogo Bonito
The Beautiful Game
Life.

That’s all it ever was
all it ever is
and will never cease to be.
For me.

And for so many others.
But why
does it seem to be so mutually exclusive
to mothers?

This was the moment when Build Up
Turned into Action
With the gentle roll of a ball

This was the moment when Anticipation
Became a knotted ball
In the stomach

This was the moment when all hopes
And […]

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xmas
greetings
for this festive
season – may the right
results, be the reason, for
wide smiles and a sense of cheer
may you snuggle in front of warm fires
with your tipple of choice, be it wine or beer
scoffing […]

There are some enduring icons
Like Che Guevara, Elvis, Marilyn Monroe – to name but a few
Then there are the infamous – Crouchy, Luther Blisset
And David Fairclough, arising from a pew

It could be a team-mate
It could be someone in the stand
Could be someone gay or straight
Blanched or perma-tanned

Whichever, whatever
Right across the land
We should all of us endevour
To care and understand