• still swapping shirts with Willie the Shake taught us words can make the heart ache showed us life is just a stage where we run and strive and guage this Peoples’ Game that carries on until the day that we are gone that changes unbelievably into a money monster tree as all our words and […]
  • eighteen years of verse sixteen thousand five hundred poems on football
  • I for one will miss paper tickets for the match when they scan my eyes
  • I recall that Saturday like yesterday a steaming summer our first home game in ‘58 excitement and childlike expectation in the air August in London and sweltering “stand clear of the doors!” “wear your colour!” “official programme sixpence a go!” “roasted peanuts ‘tanner’ a bag!” welcome to the season welcome to Wolves stopping to gaze […]
  • everything I ever did couldn’t keep emotions hid back when I was just a kid ev’ry time we’d play captured by a moving ball from the time when I was small have I really changed at all ? waiting for the day even now the merest sound turns my head and heart around as I […]