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    Here is the Top 40 rundown of the most-liked Poems on the Football Poets website.

    The number of likes is in brackets after the title.

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    On this island, is it Saints or Pompey,
    what do you say? Don’t ask me, my friend;
    I’m a Bournemouth fan from Alum Bay.

    When you look north, from Cowes,
    or east, from Ryde, I’m around the headland
    at Chilt […]

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    She was talking to me under the radio,
    under the Saturday food programme
    guests cautioned against innuendo

    who went for humour in unlikely combos
    while eyes sank lower above the wheel.
    If anything can […]

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    We’ll play it safe and get there for sunrise.
    Driving to Croydon, any day,
    is like being at Exeter Services on a Saturday
    in August, single file by West Cornwall Pasty.

    So when should we leave? When will w […]

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    It was like that angst in the chest you mentioned, but then it exploded.

    My Self was in a hundred fragments.All I had was a bed and a skylight,

    a window on the incomprehensible.Drifting off, I […]

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    A slow moving weather system,
    burdened by a week of brooding, low-lying
    internet traffic will break or settle
    in the pre-match huddle.

    Straining my eyes; who is that team?
    They were so far gone from the […]

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    With gravity at a low centre,
    you danced around temporary pairs
    with teams matched up player for player.
    Without seeing, but in your field of consciousness
    you could sense it coming:
    the reducer.

    Their […]

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    Wembley you’ve been livin’ hell to me
    with your Hanger Lane gyratory
    traffic for no reason, regardless of the season,
    and the IKEA cafe’s run out of lingonberry.

    Wembley, I hate every inch of you.
    Your […]

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    [Football on soiled turf]

    This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!

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    Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action […]

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    You hear it at every 5-a-side:
    the myth of the man with time.
    He’s rarely there, but you hear his name.
    ‘Paul – he must be 60 now – dictates the game.’

    He’s reached the point where he rarely runs,
    but […]

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    I knew it would happen; we missed the window.
    Our boat didn’t come in and nor did we swim to it.

    Our chairman had a month at Cowes Week.
    The vice-president got trapped in industrial brioche,
    was stuck in […]

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    The day I found out I was leaving,
    no-one told me. It was on Ceefax, page 302:
    I’m off to Bristol City!

    Maybe it’s time to ride the Severn Bore
    to Gloucester from Sharpness
    in tomorrow’s dusk and […]

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    Then I realised there is no central being,
    no person in a back room with an Akashic list
    or metaphysical clipboard in Hammersmith.
    Ultimately, ‘Fulham’ does not exist.

    No single person can validate your […]

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    How did you get me twice? Back on the field
    I thought I had escaped your clutches, comments,
    your dismissive shaking of the head.

    The frustrated Biology teacher helping with games,
    telling us we were useless […]

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    All angles of approach were wrong;
    James said ‘One of these days, you’ll play on the floor’,
    but I was in the far corner: it was two on one.
    All angles of approach were wrong.

    The midfield was cross I was […]

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    The arboretum’s real;
    I told you at the time.
    We never get the people through
    the checkpoints and the river police;
    I told you at the time.

    The inland lakes are real;
    I told you at the time.
    A garden by […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years ago

    If I can’t find words
    or if they are halted by a synaptic lock keeper,
    tyrannical yet wise, holding up a hand
    to delay the latest craft, whatever its design,
    I return to a trusted question,
    my favourite f […]

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    Once we played on a cinder pitch,
    a lava flow field with bubble cavities
    on a flattened out Mount St. Helens
    of ashes and agglomerates.

    Which flow event formed the fine ash
    from fire fountain magma […]

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    Drink was flowing by the River Ember
    under placid skies above Island Barn Reservoir
    where The Bell was surrounded by Alsatians
    scattered on burnt grass in black and umber,
    fresh from the water to kettle their […]

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