Football Poets

She grips the wheel hard
And drives on determinedly –
Desperate to impact
In positive fashion

She spins her chariot
Through 180 degrees –
As tight a turn
As Titus Bramble

But this is no gamble
For she’s a valued […]

Damiano Tommasi plays for very little
David Di Tommaso, plays no more
After Georgie Best, our senses are so brittle
Every footballers death – leaves us feeling sore

Well Roy, it seems obvious to me
Where next, you should be
Some say Italy
Your stated preference, is Glasgee
But I think it’s fairly plain to see
You and fans devoted to the Reds, devilishly
So, why don’t you turn […]

Scotland plays in Scotland
But doesn’t represent ’em
His hopes and dreams are rising
Wouldn’t want to dent ’em

For he’ll be at the World Cup
Playing for Trinidad & Tobago
A very welcome distraction
From auntie’s lumbago!

How one man
epitomised
a childrens fable –
Michael, withdrawn and cosily ensconced, in his St George casing
adding little of value
while others hared around him
making a mockery, of the ‘friendly’ label

Until – […]

The poppies proliferate
as did the bullet holes
with glutinous blood, seeping
and the inescapable
draining of life
that still, sees us weeping

We usually wear the poppies
with pride, to our matches
This year […]

The intent is invidious
But cleverly disguised –
The pass, weighted to perfection
Just eludes, a willing trier
The watching crowd, groan

The intent is invidious
But cleverly disguised –
A crunching tackle, just […]

“She sat down in order that we all might stand up – and the walls of segregation came down,” civil rights leader Jesse Jackson said.

Who will sit down
and talk sense
to the powers that be

To give us the freedom […]

Ian Wright, Wright, Wright
Has lost his place, place, place
Atop the pile, pile, pile

For Thierry H-H-enry
with his va-va-voom
And endearing smile, smile, smile

Now tops the chart, chart, charts
And captures […]

#1. Looking ahead

There’ll be a World Cup song
And a bellyful of fire
With fans streaming down the Autobahns
Looking for results to match desire

A juggernaut of jingoists
All revved up, from another eventful […]

there is nothing that rhymes with footy
except perhaps for a glove puppet
who deserves no mention here
and so there is nowhere
for this poem to go
except relegation
into the bin …

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To help save him from the chop
A message to Souey of the Toon –
Go East, young man, for to find
A striker named Win Wun Soon

The one fingered salute, I can take
even the double digit Churchillian ‘V’, when deliberately reversed.
As for the extra one and two digits added on, as the goals pile in –
I have to philosophically accept.
But […]

Coming out of retirement
Makelele & Zidane
For to help France
Jump out of the frying pan

Looming opponents
The Republic of Ireland
Meet like with like
Bring back their own firebrands

A midfield packed with […]

I went a trawling through this site
like one of Eric’s gulls
feeding with a frenzy on words so bright
whilst experiencing one of life’s lazy lulls

and you’d think after reading
90 minutes of quality prose,
that […]

A Millwall spokesman stated :
“The club’s concern is not about safety and security inside the stadium but rather that the occasion may be used as a vehicle for those holding extremist views to cause problems.”
He […]

Tavistock Square
still bleeds, London bus red
the bombed out carcass
mapped out, by CSI, rather than OS.
Forensic analysis, has it
scaffolded for scrutiny.
An ad still visible on the rear bumper :
‘Learning […]

Yours is filled with fear, atrocities, displacement.
Memories that are burned with terror, entwined
With the rotting flesh left behind.

Ours is one of comfort and plenty.
Of decency and democracy, sanctuary and […]

Seb Coe, Olympic winner
last night, sat down to dinner
not knowing, if in today’s race
London could keep pace
with the fancied French;
would the heart-strings wrench
with the award to Paris
or would the land, of […]

We all remember Geoff Thomas – not for his eager
foraging or his forward runs or his totally committed,
whole hearted displays for Palace, Wolves, Rochdale,

Crewe or England. No, we remember him for
that miss, […]