The Football Poets, a noble name In the literary Hall of Fame. The rhythm of the foot deceives the eye If a Football Poet comes hurtling by. Metaphysical or a shade too physical High Romantic or downright frantic, These poets are busy both day and night From the “Theatre of Dreams” to the “Stadium of […]

Our final appearances Lined up against the Pennines Like distant chimney stacks Preston nineteen sixty-four, Burnley sixty-two Blackburn nineteen –sixty, Bolton fifty-eight. Memories, like stray balloons Drifting goalwards, And that massed community, Stilled, Singing “Abide with me”. These I replay And wonder if those faded scenes have finally had their day.