Homeward, English Soldiers, Gerrard, Rooney, Lamps. Homeward empty-handed, not all-conqu’ring Champs. Yet again you’ve blown it, after all the hype. Don’t hold it against us if we grouse or gripe. Once the English Navy reigned over the waves. And we swore we never ever would be slaves. Look how far we’ve fallen, how low we […]

The cuckoo and the skylark are pouring forth their song. In pastures green and lush the white lambs skip and jump. The bustling beaver builds his dam across a bubbling brook. The jockey gives his nag a lash to urge him faster on. A bell tolls: a mournful bell. The sun is young and strong, […]

We thought that we’d be playing in A, But found ourselves in C. Still we took comfort from the hope We’d bounce straight back to B. Tough luck, Life’s not so simple, Our Season went to pot. Although we’d led the Pack for months, Lo Spezia finished top. We had to face the play-offs, (There […]

Eight Thousand Poems Shining I went into a bookshop, Enquired at the desk: “Would I find any football poems Somewhere upon your shelves?” The owner drew his breath in sharp, Shook head from side to side, Assumed a snooty, stuck up tone, And with a smirk replied: “We’ve volumes by Will Shakespeare, Donne, Larkin and […]

Will you be there in Frankfurt When we clash with Paraguay? Will you be there in Nuremberg To watch us do or die? Will you be present in Cologne When we take on the Swedes? Will you be one of those Who sees it live in Germanee? If so, count yourself lucky, And make sure […]