Jane Fuller published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 6 months ago
Armistice Day (2016)
The football’s on:
the derby of derbies.
a family fractioned into
halves and quarters;
but when the whistle blows,
I’m thinking of Bruce’s stone
and the battle of Glen Trool […]
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Jane Fuller commented on a poem on Football Poets 3 years ago
You really evoke the heightened tension you feel when listening rather than watching the game. I spent years listening to a guy called Derek Lacey on radio cumbria. He was the worst commentator, would forget all […]
Jane Fuller published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years ago
Can you be David Beckham?
Can you be David Beckham if your legs don’t work?
Can you be David Beckham if you have to use a chair?
Can you be David Beckham no matter how much pain your
standing frame causes? […]
Thank you Crispin
and for your warm welcome to football poets.
Jane Fuller‘s profile was updated 3 years ago
Here’s a scarf son.
It doesn’t read Nike
but it does say victory
with the badge I sewed.
Round and round with
the thread and the needle
covering the stain of dashed dreams.
Here’s a scarf son.
It doesn […]
Jane Fuller published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 1 month ago
One point one million for his name
Le Havre to Manchester he came
you’d think the world had gone insane.
Sat on the bench though far from lame
on Fergie’s head they laid the blame
one point one million for […]
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Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
19th September 2019 at 4:41 pm
with our new website format, we can now all offer suggestions on top of this.
AE Housman or Peter Houseman?
Spike Milligan or Mike Milligan?
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30th August 2019 at 2:19 pm
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:58 pm
Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:54 pm
I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.
7th May 2019 at 10:37 am
Such great words Ray. So evocative of that time of innocence Kepp on mate. More please. It will be under the Nostaglia section too.
26th March 2019 at 10:16 am
As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,
such a great line…bewcause we all did…and golaposts nets and floodlights too…