Throwing yourself from the roof of the stand To land on the pitch with a splat!! Might get from supporters a very big hand, But don’t count on much more than that. So, if your team’s losing a do-or-die game, Don’t pin all your hopes on a fall. They’ll shovel you off to tremendous acclaim, […]

There’s some teams play in quarters While others favour hoops. Plain colours draw supporters, They’re a tonic for the troops. Stripes are oft seen on the pitch, But someone tell me what’s The story with a sport, in which Nobody plays in spots?

He hung his stocking from the bar, Despite the ref’s objections. The shots rained in from near and far, Pile-drivers and deflections. But no, he dived to left and right – Was Fortune ever kinder? Upon that magic Christmas night, The keeper played a blinder. Once he thought he heard some hooves Land on the […]

Like ants that toil upon the soil Around the anthill’s base, We do not care what happens there On further up the face. Our eyes don’t scour the mighty tower With eagerness and hope Although we feel that someday we’ll Be back atop that slope. Where once the Cup would fire us up, Alas, it’s […]

Stiff-legged, I shuffle by the green And hear the tousled voices yell And bounce upon the trampoline ‘Pon which all youngsters seem to dwell. I pause awhile to watch them play And rest my shopping on the kerb And gaze upon the riotous fray That these old eyes could ne’er disturb. “Mister, stop the ball!” […]