• Munich 58 (In Memory of Those Lost on February 6, 1958)
    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 strong for the only club he knew, Roger Byrne, the captain brave, No storm could shake the heart he […]
  • Ghosts That Whisper in the Breeze (In Memory of the Busby Babes – February 6, 1958)
    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 attempt, no turning back. A final breath, a shuddered call, Then silence as they met their fall. The […]
  • A Toast to The Trinity
    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 predator, sharp and supreme, Together they dine, the stars of a team. The candlelight flickers, a soft, golden hue, Reflecting the glories each […]
  • At the Match
    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, exchange a laugh. Old faces, and new, their spirits bright, Yet shadows fall in the fading […]
  • Football Eh?
    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’s quite a sight. Tattoos inked with reckless glee, players pose because they’re on TV, offside flags go up and down, strikers’ […]