Football Poets

Playing ‘Netty door’ football
On cobbled back lanes
Where the smell from the chip shop
Fought the stench from the drains.
Falling over dustbins
Washing blowing in the wind
Dribbling around gas lamp posts
Hands and […]

Try telling them It’s only a game
Starry eyed youngsters dreaming of fame
Obsessive parents,encouraging shouts
Egotistical coaches and vulture like scouts.
The beautiful game, the desire to play
The stars of […]

I think I cried when I saw the snow
That November Saturday morning
Building snowmen and snowball fights
Just did not appeal
Playing football did.
My first match a victim of the weather
If only Windy Nook school […]

Talk of atmosphere watching football
Then your search shall be in vain
Forget the new Emirates
Or the oldWhite Hart Lane.

And you will find little fervour
Among the prawn sandwich brigade
Stamford Bridge and Old […]

I am a Tyneside pub league referee
I believe in grass roots football
So off I go each Sunday morning
With my kit packed in my hold-all.

My mates all think I’m crackers
The wife swears I’ve lost my senses
But at […]

I have never seen so long a queue
At St James’s Park
Some had arrived at the crack of dawn
And by now it was quite dark.
I was keen to get my Liverpool ticket
No choice but to join the queue
And after Seven hours […]

I was always a back street hero
In my mind and in my dreams
A genius in handed down boots
On rough cobbled streets
Kicking a ball against white washed goalposts
On grime stained gable ends
In the shadow of the […]

Steve the Bruce you broke our hearts
And you a native of these parts
We were out classed, out gunned, out fought
We left St James’s quite distraught.

Steve you had delusions above your station
In front of an […]

I see all things poetic
In Posh and Becks
Just a working class couple
Through my rose tinted specs
And It’s not about money
Of course It’s not
I heard they considered an offer
From Aldershot
Besides, they are […]

He lived for his Greyhounds and football
Horses, woodbines, and ale
Then early one January morning
My da recieved a cheque in the mail.
I think it came from Vernons
Or Littlewoods, one of the two
Twenty-Three […]

I met this old man the other day
His once black hair now silver grey
Claimed he was on the coach that day
The last time we paraded a trophy.
He said the City has changed since 69′
A few more bridges now span the […]

There is something wrong with the game today
When a football club is prepared to pay
The sum of Thirty Million pound
For a man to kick a ball around.
And should this pair of expensive feet
Wander down any City […]

Peter Crouch in a black n white shirt
Alongside Joey Barton
Bellamy spotted back in Toon
The merry-go-round is starting.
Wes Brown set to sign for Toon
Proclaimed the Sunday papers
It’s early days but I have had […]

‘ Where’s your famous atmosphere’
Taunted the Man U fans at St James Park
Grouped behind a giant ‘ HARTLEPOOL REDS’ banner.
Typical.

Was the ‘HARTLEPOOL RED’S’ banner
On display at Mansfield earlier on
That New […]

You can keep your modern day football
With admission prices as high as the seats
From up here even Peter Crouch
Looks the size of a subuteo player
Yet the programme notes inform me
He is Six Foot Seven.
When I […]

Fernando is finding it difficult to adjust
To the pace of the premiership
Said our manager.
Too much grass on the pitches
Said his agent.
Fernando, explained his interpreter
Feels he is not being played in his […]

If you go near Drogba
Don’t sneeze.
If you challenge Robben
Don’t make contact please.
Try to picture this pair
Training with CHOPPER HARRIS
He would only have to glance their way
And they would both be on their ‘ARIS’

Third round of the F.A. cup
United versus Crewe
Climbing floodlight pylons
To get a better view
Hanging on to earn a draw
Backs against the wall
Pearched high above the Gallowgate end
I am kicking every ball
Then […]

My legs have gone
My knees are knackered
I’m Forty Six and feel cream crackered
But I keep on playing.
My first touch is gone
I misplace my passes
But league rules state I can’t wear my glasses.
But I keep on […]

I remember Hereford United
Nightmare on Edgar street
I remember travelling down there
No way could we get beat.
They had Ronnie Radford
Leading their attack
Who had ever heard of him?
We had SUPER MAC.
Ricky […]