• Too close to call still Some people think it’s over You know otherwise
  • This is the ballad of Derek Acorah, A footballing lad, and what is more, a Psychic who detected poltergeists (Yes, genuine spirits, not scurrying mice) He used to appear on Living TV Where his psychic shows brought fame and a fee On The Antiques Ghost Show he first made his name And seaside pier shows […]
  • If you see something that doesn’t look right, City in peachy orange, an improbable sight, West Bromwich Albion in shorts of canary, Teams wearing candy-stripes (colours may vary) Turquoise or Biscuit or Aquamarine (Oh, the hideous away strips I’ve seen!), PLEASE Speak to staff and denounce the crime: Those new fashionistas are making a dime […]
  • As a child I drew crowds; row upon row, fifteen thousand little circles for the fans, some high in the stands, some arrayed on the Shelf cradled by that tight encircling wall (I’m capturing White Hart Lane at the start of the Hunter Davies years) the groundlings penned behind a white perimeter fence, watching Bobby […]
  • Here on a field of mother Russia The eleven men of England sing As the prying camera moves from man to man Slowly Like a military inspection. The crowd heaves, the band plays, and the camera probes Each singing mouth, each face, each half-remembered prayer The lion-clad jersey and the hammering heart. They have played […]