Football Poets

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some say they’re long gone

magic ties of yesterday

not at Forest Green

how much for a life
senselessly a hero dies
for a mobile phone

while a nation mourns
once again the cry is heard
make this killing stop

derby games can wait
Africa has lost its star
Senzo Meyiwa

you are like football the grace and thrill
you are excitement a beach in Brazil
you are a stadium theatre of light
you are a temple brilliant as night
you are like football the way you endure
like flowers in […]

three months in the year

when the icy cold subsides

football comes alive

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like the moon
you were our first superstar
lost in your own world

the Best gift of all
you here weaving your magic
why do great things end?

memories on film
long black hair and stunning […]

these crazy player wages
that they allow to be
they spiral madly up and up
so far from you and me
whilst those who play have no idea
just what the fan goes through
the choices that they have to make
to do what […]

The club were founded way back in 1883
by workers of the cycle firm who named them Singers FC.
For 15 years in football’s dawn they played the People’s Game
til 98 when Coventy City then became their name.
After […]

OK -before you ask the legend’s name
here’s a clue – it’s not Hodgson !

But if you ask me now
a so-tagged ‘football poet/editor’
and lover of the game
to name my all time hero
there is no contest.

Think now […]

first the might of Norway
and now the mighty Swiss
bring on the power of San Marino
we can get through this

we can crush Slovenia
those Lithuanians too
and we’ll devour Estonia
but ah what then cry you ? […]

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It’s been a long time comin’ been waitin’ for so long

finally it’s happened the moments come along

and who would be the first one to lay that marker down?

but when it came […]

thirty nine years come rain or snow
only one man who could put you in the know
rushing from the ground for the five o’clock show
listen to the transistor radio
James Alexander Gordon

sometimes you found […]

the hours spent waiting for England to score
unbelievable
players kissing badges and sliding on the floor
unbelievable
managers who say “I dunno where to start”
unbelievable
when their side gets torn apa […]

Why do the League do nothing?

Why march on Saturday?

Why are they still playing home games

Thirty miles away?

Another season dawning

City stand alone

Fans will march and sing as one…

but who’ll bring City home?

two hours of our lives
we cannot get back again
oh when will we learn?

great expectations
ev’ry single time will bring
great disappointments

pass forward and back
pass forward and back again
we’re all bored to […]

in this special land
where they struggle to survive
forced to just endure …

pass and move.. goal ! goal !
pass and move …goal ! goal ! goal !
pass and move…..goal ! goal !

when the penny drops
there’s no […]

Di Stéfano’s gone
with him goes another time
when we watched in awe

there in black and while
tearing Eintracht clean apart
on that magic night

in 1960
Alfredo Di Stéfano
taught us something new

in five f […]

when the World Cup ends
we lose someone unafraid
to hit home his point

“passion depth and skill..
pace and movement from the back” …
Hansen will be missed

love or loathe his voice
he taught us to analyse
how […]

joy and pain so clear
etched with paint upon each face
when they win or lose

yes we’re bored with waves
as they jump and scream each time
they’re up on the screen

in despair and then…
suddenly all garish g […]

Glasto then London
heading home now finally
trying to stay tuned

late on Sunday night
in this quiet carriage seat
signal comes and goes

eyes glued to the page
click refresh as updates change
still the match […]

am I so alone
in not wanting this great feast
of football to end?

can we all agree
we have seen some players here
with such class and skill?

sometimes when we watch
the romantic in us all
wishes we were […]