Football Poets

we are the dreamers
the stoppers redeemers
the tightrope walkers
and goal-line stalkers
big hand wavers
and six yard stalkers
plucking out crosses
palming off corkers
short distant goalies
great pair of […]

we have not closed our eyes or ears
we have not gone away
this racism we loathe and hate
we hear it still today
we’ve not become invisible
we may not scream or shout
but we’re still here and crying
and trying […]

there’s fury on the airwaves
there’s fury on the field
when all that hate and jealousy
is cowardly revealed

ok we all know Cashley
has made a gaff or two
the money and the lifestyle
but why the need to boo?
our […]

now for those who can find work in football
you may think that it offers some perk
you can love it or fear it and never get near it
but whatever you do it’s still work

you can think about being the team coach […]

the greatest game we never saw
and just our luck to be top drawer
surpassing all that fell before
the greatest game we never saw

beyond the sofas and the homes
reduced to radios and phones
or pubs more used to […]

same ol’ England same ol’ boos
same ol’ nervousness same ol’ news
tabloid scaremongers mega expectation
negative philosophy ruining the nation

fans makin’ stands in the money divide
screamin’ out for passion […]

Big King Kev and Alan C
Who’s the next one gonna be?
We all know what’s going down
On that manager-go-round

Once we longed for millionaires
Now we turn to billionaires
Fergie Wenger Scolari?
Rafa could be number […]

it was one of those days when you had to keep up
as the mother of auctions took place
when another new ‘towel’ just appeared on the beach
and the big boys had egg on their face
there were tears all day long from […]

slaves to the euro
slaves to the pound
slaves to the game
slaves to the ground
slaves to the schedule
slaves to the shops
slaves to the training
slaves til we drop
slaves to the gadgets
slaves to the cars
slaves […]

some madsummer thoughts for an alien
and how they’d perceive us down here
in our shopping store grounds with their lights and their sounds
when forty odd thousand all cheer

is it something akin to most […]

can you imagine a world without football
I dare you to give it a try
would your day hold enough could you slot into stuff
would you struggle and wilt or get by?

we get tasters in summer but somehow our […]

I came across a wondrous poem
where football had been banned
from village greens to national teams
and right across the land

around this tiny planet
that spins aloft in space
the game just like Atlantis
had […]

late expectations
but it’s always the same
brand new season
but it’s getting more insane
transfer madness
give the fans a name
one more reminder
it’s a money old game

checking out the rumours
most of them […]

in betwen time
in between time
call it what we may
looming large
another season
closer comes the day

strangely silent
lost in transit
hanging on a limb
changing faces
trading places
transfers on a […]

these painted faces hair and clothes
these bouncing girls and men
they bay like armies off to war
why can’t we sing like them

their energy drums wild and free
we never quite compare
our children’s songs and […]

pipped at the past by Scolari
I feel like a Clinton today
so much to do and so little to choose
experience got in the way

pipped at the post by Scolari
good luck and what more can I say
except that you’re stuck […]

handsome and finely built Villa
scrubs up and down very well
really long sideburns but they could be cut
owner is forced to sell

decision time after the Euros
fee’s going up loads by the goal
located Valencia – […]

the time would come I always knew it
and prompted by our butler Stuart
I now divulge my master plan
the finest poets in the land
from this and many other times
who waxed it with their classic lines
on-line and […]

there’s a rumour in the city
lots of emails flying round
Crispi says he was just passing
being shown around the ground
is it Crispi or Scolari
or is Kevin bidding too?
Clik The Mouse is in the background
we all […]

Scolari
Woh Oh
bound our way?
don’t know

Will he become a true blue
can’t tell and neither can you
no wonder my happy heart sings
i’ve seen a lot stranger things

he’s left the door open wide
not closed-he’s […]