• It’s third division football During international week My mate got me a comp for a Mons game Which is all I really seek. Not as in the freebie But a new ground for a ‘tick’ Royal Albert Elisabeth Mons Was his perfect pick. A former first division club Fallen on hard times Stadium only half […]
  • It was was a ‘blimey’ moment As I stood up on that park bench Losing our Football Club Would be such an emotional wrench. Not sure quite what to say Almost unable to speak A sea of expectant faces With our future so bleak. A mass of scraves and banners Putting our message across At […]
  • I got a slap on the wrist Not hard but gentle and nice Can I please reel in my poetry I didn’t have to think twice. Seems my backlog of poetry Is clogging up the ‘Football Poets’ site I really don’t want to upset them When I’m struggling to sleep at night. My Dulwich Hamlet […]
  • I couldn’t get excited Try as hard as I might My heart wasn’t in it Yet it was a semi-final last night. Perhaps it was the setting First game ‘away’ from Champion Hill Strangely even though it was at Tooting Not such a bitter pill. Forced to be a refugee Fleeing from our own home […]
  • It’s now the early hours On the coaches heading home No shame in losing to Macclesfield As our performances have shown. It’s been a huge Trophy run Of which I didn’t dare dream Despite being knocked out earlier I’m trying to hide a beam. In my head I had thoughts of Wembley Knowing they’d never […]