Rhys Owain Williams published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 month, 4 weeks ago
Across the ground, a pause
as still as the years that follow.
Matchday chat falls to the pit where
lost apple pips lie – feel them
stretch into this emptiness, burst into
boughs, touch all sides
of t […]
We just wanted to play football. While the rest of the boys in our year were out with girls (or at least claiming to be), we were on the hunt for makeshift goal posts. The bins round the back of the school. Two […]
Gareth Bale, Wales vs. Slovakia, Euro 2016 Group B,
Bordeaux, France, 11th June 2016
He’s hit free kicks before.
Lifted them over memories
of spurned chances,
Bent them round the s […]
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Swansea City vs. Wrexham, FAW Premier Cup Final,
11th May 2005
On your deathbed
we stripped you –
ripped out red plastic seats
and advertisement boards
stealing gold from fresh b […]
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2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
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28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:58 pm
Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:54 pm
I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.
7th May 2019 at 10:37 am
Such great words Ray. So evocative of that time of innocence Kepp on mate. More please. It will be under the Nostaglia section too.
26th March 2019 at 10:16 am
As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,
such a great line…bewcause we all did…and golaposts nets and floodlights too…
25th March 2019 at 11:39 am
Thanks for the love
1st March 2019 at 11:35 am
Thank you, great story.