Football Poets

now you know what i love about going on-line
is just staying on there all of the time
but the thing I love best about every single day
is looking at the stuff on the old e-bay
but the best thing I reckon an’ the […]

I’m sometimes quite illogical
I’ve been called mythological
I’ve got more geological
through playing distant teams
I’m getting technological
perhaps its psychological
but as for ecological
I’m not sure what that […]

upon this mighty sea I sail

so young and wild and free

in endless waves like goalie saves

these arms stretch out for me

no child on Earth could ere describe

this feeling deep inside

at three foot tall so […]

the war was barely over with expectation high

the ground was packed to bursting when the Dynamo came by

a deeper motive ruled they say some cold-war ploy or catch

such mystery and secrecy surrounded this great […]

I remember that Saturday like yesterday
the steaming summer of ’58
August in London and sweltering

“stand clear of the doors”
“all change for Fulham Broadway”
“official programme sixpence a go”
“wear your […]

“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 dawn […]

what finer sight today than this
on Fulham Road awash with blue
as to a man triumphant
all drenched in May’s unbridled beating sun
these streets that shared our feet and years
what feelings now amid this h […]

sometimes it hard to say thank you
sometimes it’s harder to lose
but somebody had to get there in the end
and this time the Reds not the Blues

a season so mighty and draining
and this was no evening for […]

now that the waiting is over
now that our battles are won
now as the message sinks deeper
now that our moment has come –
now that our eyes sting with gladness
come let the revels begin
you who have followed all […]

where every mixed emotion burns
on euro nights like these
as fluttered hearts and racing heads
look long for one to lead

while fans and hacks wait drooling
to taunt and dream the day
remember well how Rome was […]

the trouble with having no ego
is that sometimes it’s so hard to cope
so Jose if somewhere you’re listening
help me you’re my only hope –
’cause I’m looking to find me an ego
I’m searching around everywher […]

sitting in the press box keeping it calm
I got Fulham fans beside me now keeping me warm
but here at the Bridge on another massive day
i’m just learning that hand-jive the Jose way

Makaton or sign language […]

looking at a photograph from nineteen fifty five
these children on the dog-track the dawning of a life
these children on the touch-line their rattles and their cheers
while urging surging crowds behind all bellow […]

is this the way to treat Mourinho?
why can’t we chill with a glass of vino
sometimes we don’t say what we mean-o
he only want the champions league

Chorus:
sha la la -la la- la la la (clap -clap)
sha la la- lala – […]

i’m sure to you this makes no sense
but two fat crows upon my fence
as clear as glass upon the sill
is but a sign we’ll win two-nil
and if my mobile thrice doth click
it means a Didier hat-trick

two shoes and […]

there’s something thumping louder than
some drum and bass or garage band
i’m being followed everywhere
and mice are gnawing at my hair
my house and shed have blown away
and all my things have gone astray
i’m […]

as the careful warrior
is ever mindful of snakes
when hunting for eggs

so should the fan
the manager
and the poet
when titles relegation and promotion
hover like dangling spiders
be wary this Easter
to avoid […]

how strange to have Easter
without a big game
there are some who would argue
the World Cup’s the same

and call me old fashioned
nostalgic and daft
but I feel like a paddle
in search of a raft

thank god for the […]

we’re just football poets with our hips and our hops
and we’re using this space to mention workshops
it might sound silly but we’re not proud
no point whispering it say it out loud
one thing reaches one thing […]

now I never had a hit an’ my rapping ain’t hot
but I kick through the rhythm and my vision don’t stop
I got forty thousand poets and we’re sittin’ in the ground
but I’m landin’ up standin’ up drummin’ up a […]