Phil Brennan
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 months, 3 weeks ago
Through winter’s breath and icy fate,
A dream took flight yet met too late,
Young hearts that burned with fearless grace,
Were lost upon the sky’s embrace.
Geoff Bent, a loyal soul so true,
A servant str […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 months, 3 weeks ago
The engines roared, the snow fell white,
Through winter’s grip they took their flight.
A team of promise, young and bold,
With dreams of glory yet untold.But fate was cruel, the sky grew black,
The third a […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 months, 1 week ago
At a table of dreams where legends convene,
Three giants of football, immortal, serene.
George Best, with flair like a brushstroke divine,
Bobby Charlton, the heartbeat, steadfast and fine.
Denis Law, a […] -
Phil Brennan changed their profile picture 4 months, 4 weeks ago
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 months, 4 weeks ago
I set off at the usual time,
With steps rehearsed, a ritual rhyme.
I park the car where I always do,
But the emptiness lingered, sharp and true.
I walk to the ground, a familiar path,
Chat to friends, […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Football’s back, the crowd’s go wild,
brand new kit for every child,
the beautiful game is back in play,
where players strut and display,
their outlandish haircuts, bold and bright,
a fashion statement, it’ […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 months, 2 weeks ago
Who cares if it wasn’t a pen, against the Dutch,
When luck rolls its dice, we’ve not had much,
Maradona’s handball in ’86,
A dirty trick that history couldn’t fix,
In France 98, all our hopes were marred, […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 months, 2 weeks ago
In the Euros’ first week, the tension was tight,
No easy games, every team had to fight.
Portugal edged the Czech’s, just by a hair,
A 2-1 victory, nerves in the air.Denmark and Slovenia, an ent […]
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 months, 2 weeks ago
In 66 we won the cup,
The football world was shaken up.
But since then, it seems, we’ve had a curse,
Our football luck’s been quite perverse.
In 1970, we gave it a try,
But in the quarter-finals waved […] -
Phil Brennan changed their profile picture 1 year, 3 months ago
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Phil Brennan‘s profile was updated 1 year, 3 months ago
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 3 months ago
In the depths of sorrow, where pain runs deep
Where hearts are shattered and tears silently weep
A football club emerges, a beacon of hope
For bereaved fathers, a lifeline to copeFor our lost little ones, […]
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 8 months ago
In the realm of men’s camaraderie, so strong,
We gather, we bond, and we get along.
We drink together, sharing laughs and cheers,
And face the world,
conquering our fears.
In dressing rooms, our sanctuaries […] -
Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 8 months ago
Our family football scarf holds many memories, from its time within our clan,
Some fantastic tales come with it, as it’s passed from man to man.Great, great granddad Jim told how he got the scarf when he went […]
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 8 months ago
But through it all, we’ve stood tall,
Defying odds, we’ll never fall.
For in our hearts, the fire’s strong,
Though times are tough, we’ll carry on.
The days of blue, they’ll fade away,
Replaced by skies of […] -
Phil Brennan‘s profile was updated 1 year, 8 months ago
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 7 years, 3 months ago
Footie with Dad
When I was a toddler, I was good never bad,
All I ever thought of, was going to footie with dad.
But I was very poorly, and my mum was so sad,
She could see all I wanted, was to go to footie […] -
Phil Brennan‘s profile was updated 8 years, 5 months ago
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Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 5 months ago
It’s been the worse year for loss, that we can ever remember,
There’s another man down, before the end of December.
He was a friend a brother and somebody’s son,
A husband a father, a special someo […] -
Phil Brennan changed their profile picture 8 years, 5 months ago
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About This Site
Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
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Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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