Football Poets

Start of new season
The pitch looking bright
A pre match day ritual
A Poem Pie and Pint

A glossy new programme
Like dreams newly born
Wrap banners with wishes.
A new day will dawn.

The players now […]

Alan Turing and Kenny Dalglish
Share the same middle name
But the similarity does not end there
For both men claimed the mantle of geometric genius
The football field
With its equations and angles […]

Bernado Battered Bayern
Militao Mauled Madrid
Now Grealish gets Inter Milan!

Match of the Day subbed
Bargain Hunt The Repair Shop
Euphemisms, natch.

Big Chants
We love them at the game
Getting behind the team
Urging the players on
Bit of banter, aye
Passion…

But in this so called Beautiful Game
When is chanting about a vile paedophile
Acceptable […]

The grace of genius
In the blood
Subtle as a glance
The intuitive knowledge
Announced with
The undisputed joy
The twinkle in the eyes
The generous heart
Pouring its power
Into the eager legs
The willing […]

Late summer 1990
Germany had won the World Cup in that July
And as the days turned towards Autumn
I spent a sunny Sunday afternoon in Hebden Bridge
Just a stone throw from my Pennine home
And a million […]

There’s no Heathcliff pulling on his boots
And Rochester does not aim to shoot
Three sisters may well be cheering from the stand
But not the Brontes, Charlotte, Emily or Anne
But the wind it whittles as it […]

You didn’t play football
On the grass of Strawberry Fields
You didn’t wear a red or blue scarf
Well, maybe a red one once,
You didn’t strain your neck trying to watch
The game from the Kop at Anfield or
T […]

Endangered species
Not now in the Etihad
Erling’s on the prowl.

The most magnificent banner
Unfurled beneath those Roman skies
Joey Jones, European Cup Final, 1977
This was before Dalglish pivoted into our hearts
This was before the internet dealt away all secrets […]

The modern manager with vicuna and veneers
Laser vision 20/20 style
Monster mentality gegen pressing guile
But recognises
That this community
Is still all for one and one for all
Whether Homebaked […]

Coley is old school
No vicuna black polo neck jumpers
Or a new set of gleaming Hollywood teeth
Philosophy is simple: ball to feet
Keep it simple
No frills or soundbites
Not likely seen around Accrington […]

I, I will be Earps
And you, you can be Toone
Then nothing, nothing can stand in our way
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be heroes , for more than one day.