Football Poets

Kean-o, there’s only one Kean-o

And it’s Robbie, not Roy
Who brings us so much joy

The King is dead, long live the King!

How quickly the old heroes are forgotten!

It was no more than they des […]

looks like France
mightn’t get to prance
around as champions, for much longer
either the opposition are getting stronger
or the French are losing their grip
for it’s very possible, they may let slip
their gra […]

Japan v Belgium
South Korea v Poland
China v Costa Rica

What do you think of today’s programme, eh?
3 matches, 6 teams, can you think of a single potential winner to be?
Which of those matches, would you a […]

to be honest, the telly is on
but the concentration’s gone
too busy with household chores
to notice that Vieri scores
twice
nice
and the young ‘uns on the potty
so not all of us, are over excited by Totti
but of […]

Day three
More gloom than glee
England draw one all with Sweden

Four matches
Good in patches

Argentina 1 Nigeria 0
Sweden 1 England 1
Paraguay 2 South Africa 2
Spain 3 Slovenia 1

The Argies looking strong
Bets […]

dead keen, rarin’ to go, feeling all ale and hearty
we hosted our very own, World Cup breakfast party
a hungry, animated, cast of dozens
friends, neighbours and kissing cousins
all excitedly wondering, how our B […]

yes, oh yes, ooh yes, oooh yeeesss! It’s here at last
no more endless re-runs, of World Cups from the past
it’s time, in heart and Seoul, for the 2002 Opening Ceremony
all set, drinks and snacks and the next gen […]

Minus two.
Thoroughbreds.
Certain starters.
Elusive darters.
Pin-point passers.
Ever so eager.
Without them,
our chances meagre.
Their exclusion,
an intrusion,
into our hopes
and dreams.
Such sad verses.
Curses.

Sven, please think again
It’s obvious, that you’re fond
Of that curvaceous blonde
And you possibly had your fun
Jockeying one on one
But I don’t know
If she’ll be able to do anything for David’s toe
And as for ta […]

oh, I feel so sleepy
and ever so weepy
tears, trickle down my face
they form a pool, on my pillow case
that pool, will become a lake
for my emotions, I cannot fake
and that lake, will become a sea
choppy waves, as […]

Left foot broken!
In consequence : Sven must pick a right wing token
There’s a real chance, of Him, being left behind
Such a bright and precocious talent, so very hard to find
England’s stiff upper lip, now cle […]

Go on Dad, please
Bring me again, don’t tease
Bring me to another match
Watching it on tv, is not a patch
On being there
So play fair
Let me experience again, the atmosphere
The sheer thrill
A whistle shrill
The b […]

Our manager, he’s just fine
He runs up and down the line
He’s kind
And kinda cool
Shouting
Encouragement

Their manager, isn’t great
He rants and raves, he’s all irate
He’s cruel
An ignorant fool
Shou […]

Anxious, of the effects of dehydration
During the acclaimed, World Cup occasion
FIFA, in their wisdom, and with infinite mercy
(and no doubt – a doffing of the cap, a deferential curtsy,
a greasing of the palm and […]

Spike, spoke
to me, lying, on tummy
(me or him?), must be hymn
now he’s in heaven, havin’
fun with God : not Hod
nor Spurs, those curs
he said – or was it cursed?
so well versed, with a vast
vocabulary. Const […]

We are
Where the good footballers are –
Locked away in our memory banks
Where we can so readily give them thanks
And praise, to those that brought us joy
From small beginnings, whether girl or boy
We can always […]

I’m so lonely here, stuck out in oceans of space
My quandary ….
Do I call, and thus expose my hallowed place?

Or do I stay schtum, on the blind side of Stam
Or squander ….
Our advantage, as I shout, to revea […]

aargh merde, le mud sticks
wherever one goes
eet steeks to shoes, to boots
weighs zem down
into ze mire, of relegation
an to draw, weeth Crewe
where’s zat?
I zought eet was a type of cut
one zat I’ll never ‘av […]

Two Bees, or not to be?
What a silly question
Why, Brentford and Barnet, of course
The answer buzzes around my head
As I proffer up my pollen
But ‘tis flour power
That makes my dough rise
And they say that size, d […]

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My aim here, as true as a Zola bullet,
With this trumpeting tripartite, is to try and do the impossible.
To put into words, an appreciation of a magical piece of skill
As witnessed by all the lucky fans at […]