Football Poets

Mishi was a one-off a real true fan
leaves a huge gap where he always used to stand
held his club like a jewel in his hand
followed them the way few could ever understand

poured out his feelings at the […]

(NB This poem is by ‘Dulwich Poet’ (Mishi Dulwich Hamlet)

Survival
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People say if they cut me
I’d bleed Pink and Blue
I hate to disappoint
But it simply ain’t true.
I’m as ordin […]

unassuming style
crucial in our finest hour
Martin Peters shone

whatever happened to hitching?
and can you remember when kids would hitch home for Christmas
to waiting parents on frosty December mornings?

a different world then – hap-less map-less and sat-navless
sussing […]

one Christmas in the trenches
they stood in mud and sand
their loved ones and their football
a distant far off land –
the snow lay thick as thick could be
a bitter chill did spread
behind the sand bags and t […]

there has to be a space there has to be a place
for every single member of the human race
staring at a problem that hasn’t gone away
underneath the suface it’s lingering today
kick it out.. ignore it but […]

it’s so hard to imagine now
way way back in time
the birth of little Forest Green
in eighteen eighty nine
the little hilltop village team
whose changing hut was found
behind the Jovial Forester
a good […]

It’s five to three on a Saturday
The usual crowd wander in
There’s a guy in a full kit beside me
But he reckons our chances are thin.

He says: “mate are we up for a good one?
‘Cause you never what you […]

A weekend like so many
We plan them all life long
We sit or stand as football fans
In silence or in song
And something seems to join us
Our work is left behind
A few hours at the football
With winning on […]

new season again
sweet success or dreaded drop
what will this one bring ?

Summer days still here
football’s back with faces new
same old battles too

sweep the past away
start that mighty push again […]

I remember the first time I watched doubles at tennis
it was too fast
points over too quick and low on rallies and drama
but i got into it and stuck with it and now I love it
just like all those […]

It could have been so different
It could have gone our way on the night
but still in the hindsight of reflection
a season spent punching above our weight
and a season lived without fear
is something
to […]

“the whole stand is on fire” he cried upon my radio
but how it started to this day we still may never know
and who here can imagine the fear the heat the pain
but pray that such a day as this will never daw […]

tears still fill our eyes
for those souls lost needlessly
on this very day ~

not just some hard man
Tommy lived and loved to play
for his Liverpool