Football Poets

Forget about the millionaire players
Like managers they all come and go
But we have a special lady at United
Whose name you probably wont know.
Forty years she has worked at St James’s
As a valued member of […]

As yet another manager rides into the sunset
Leaving the trophy cabinet still bare
It looks like Big Sam, from the Wanderers
Will soon arrive on a wing and a prayer.

He may bring in some quality players
Treat […]

As we enter the merry month of May
We have only Two games left to play
Blackburn at home and Watford away
Mouth watering fixtures I have to say.
And I now realise what Will Shakespeare meant
When he wrote of his […]

In the mining town of Ashington
On the rugged Northumberland coast
On that glorious day in 66′
The local’s proposed a toast.
‘Here’s to our Jackie and Bobby’
Their voices rang out loud
And a small silver haired […]

We were leading One nil
With the time almost up
One hand on the trophy
Of the Gateshead school’s cup.
The opposition’s PE teacher
Was acting as ref
We all called him sir
While they all called him Jeff.
He kept […]

On June the 25th this year
Yes I’m aware It is out of season
But the crowds shall return to St James’s Park
And I’ll tell you the reason.
It is not to see the Kieron Dyer’s
Damien Duff’s or the Titus Bramble’s
For […]

Under starters orders
Michael’s in Dubai
While we are sat at St James’s Park
Watching grown men cry.
The club gave him their blessing
For working hard for week’s
So he could enjoy some quality time
Watching the […]

We could thrash Andora
Even with my missus Nora
Playing up front on her own
Axe that duo from Chelsea
And play my cousin Elsie
In midfield with her sister Joan.
It’s a game we must win
So bring in Dame Vera […]

John McNamee never wore gloves
Hi-lites in his hair
Or diamonds in his lugs
They used to feed him on raw meat
My old man used to say
Ah wish he was still wor centre half today.
John McNemee is in his Sixties […]

Fancy throwing celery
What’s that all about ?
This would never happen in the North
It would have to be down South.
Fancy throwing celery
To us Northerners a waste
Stick it in your pan of broth
It helps enhance the taste.

Before this season is over
Before the last ball has been kicked
Before our frustrations have ended
Before the last turnstile has clicked.
Our clubs will send out reminders
That our money for next season is due
Pay […]

We never needed money
All we had was common sense
We always could get into the ground
Through the hole in the Gallowgate fence
It was our little secret
No one but us ever knew
How Sixteen little geordie kids
Could […]

We have had many stunning photographs
On football what I remember
Like Diego Maradona’s hand of god
And Dave Mckay throttling Billy Bremner.
Another one high on my list
Which still brings out the smiles
The day we […]

Remember when we used to change
In the back of a Triumph Herald
A lovely little motor car
Owned by our goalie Gerald.
In the boot he kept the corner flags
The team kit and his boots
Our Sunday morning […]

An old school pal Tucker Brown
Signed schoolboy forms for Mansfield Town
And our headmaster Mr Snell
Shook Tucker’s hand and wished him well
Proud P.E. teacher Harold Price
Offered Tucker sound advice
Stick in […]

He came strutting in my direction
Outside ‘The Stadium of Light’
Wearing his Sunderland shorts
And his socks of red and white
The Three lions of England
Proudly showing on his chest
Tattooed on each upper arm
He […]

We talk of our favourite music
From classical to swing
We talk of Bobby Mitchell
Weaving his magic down the wing’
We talk of building warships
In the shipyards on the Tyne
We talk of Ivor Allchurch
With his ball […]

Keep your money in your pocket mate
Don’t give it to the bookie
Odds are stacked against you mate
Five quid on Albert Luque.
You fancy him for our first goal
At odds of Six to One
Fools and their gold are soon […]

England v Spain starts at Eight o’ clock
But so does Dragon’s Den
I know which one I’m watching
And It’s not McClaren’s men.
Hanson, Shearer, Linekar, Wright
If that quartet were playing
Then I just […]

Yes we had a bad result
But I don’t wish to apportion blame
I know the referee had a stinker
And I am sure he’ll say the same.
How did he miss that handball
That led to their Seventh goal
It’s high time he was […]