Football Poets

instead of missing
Jonathan actually
nets his first

Two legs
Battered and bruised
Black and blue
Yet functional, motorised, almost bionic ….
Oh, days of yore

Now it’s two legs
Outwardly unscathed
Save for a scar
Yet inwardly, decaying –
Muscles, not so much k […]

“Football is a game for gentlemen played by ruffians.
Rugby is a game for ruffians played by gentlemen.”

I wanted to go somewhere with this …..

But I’m stuck!

As if a line of scrum
Had met its match

I was o […]

re Fulham v Chelsea, Sunday 19th March 2006
when Drogba had a goal rightfully ruled out – but it was only good guesswork on the officials part

Handball
No question
Goal disallowed

Officials
Didn’t see it
So […]

I poured a Becks
With which to watch the match
Followed by much outpouring of emotion –
But no amount of golden nectar
And dare I say, had we even GoldenBalls at his best
Could ‘owt assuage my thirst for […]

“Anschlußtreffer”
a heifer
of a term
for pulling back to a goal behind

If Germany
were
to come to rue the word
I really wouldn’t mind

Especially
as I’m thinking of a World Cup final :-
2006; England; winners; […]

b. 20th Feb 1947. d. 1st March 2006.

Today just had that air, of a no-good day – yet with no good reason
Until the news broke
And broke my heart
My all time hero – dropped dead today
I dropped my head to […]

I was flippin’ marvellous last night –
Unfortunately, not on any football pitch
There was no skill or flair
That would my dreams enrich

No, it was all about nutmegs of a different kind
And the skill was in the […]

“I know this is a match with history, but before I blow the whistle it is a blank piece of paper.”

A blank piece of paper – but will it produce art?

Who will doodle, who will dart?
Who will add the glitter, who […]

did I get that bit right Mr Sharma?

So by British
They really mean
Sir Alex
Or Martin O’Neill
Or Sparky Hughes
As opposed
To have to choose …

Big Sam
Psycho
Or Curbs

The choice peturbs
The upper echelon
Of t […]

(Nov 11 1921 – Feb 9 2006)

The ‘appy ‘ammers
Not so joyful now
And the rest of football
Takes a respectful bow

For today we’ve lost
One of life’s Gentlemen
Even the Fourth Estate, wouldn’t berate
With their […]

A fake sheikh
Shook the nation

An indiscrete bleat
Caused consternation

Now, is Hiddink a hoodwink
Or just another aberration?

Rockin’ Robben, so good – you daren’t ignore him
Scores the winning goal, runs to the fans – who absolutely adore him
On the way, he jumps the advertising hoarding, but stops at the barrier
The fans run out to […]

In the outside lane, there’s a lad spoonin’ in breakfast
In the inside lane, there’s a dame, applying make-up in her Beamer *
Stewing in the centre lane, there’s myself, penning
“Stan can – do Robby jobby”
As […]

I

Motty goes potty
“Sinema Pon_gooooooaaaal !
And Liverpool have done what they did
in the Champions League final!”
Er, no John, that was 3-0 down
This was 3-1, I noted with discerning frown
And Luton, not […]

Like a clarion call of clairvoyants at a convention
we project the year ahead
wishing, as ever, for better and brighter
when focusing –
not on crystal ball
but one logo’d with Nike or Mitre

I could’ve been someone
Well so could anyone ….
Goosebumps for the song – even though it’s played to death
Homage to the paralytic poet, and his whiskey-breath way with words
Utter admiration, for the totally u […]

*
top
at xmas
aspiration
of every team
but better by far
to fulfil every dream
a present of a ribboned
FA Premiership Trophy
come
May

The football poets editors
Wish all our readers and contributors
A very […]

Disengaged, decoupled even
like Annie and Clarabel
in a Ringo read adventure –

Arsenal, railroaded
by the Essien Express
ably assisted

by the Looming Large Controller that is JT
the Locomotive Makelele
and the […]

A news item just caught my ear
Totally unrelated, to the sport I hold so dear

But you know how my mind ticks
And presents itself to the world as Clik’s

Always looking to mix fact or fiction
And give it some sort […]