Football Poets

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.

It’s like coming home
Opening the fixture list
Checking who we play first
Then looking when we play them blue noses
The hopes and dreams new season bring
Ignite my soul as I count down to that first g […]

John Lennon
He wore a red and white scarf
But did not play much football
And when he raced across Strawberry Fields
He ghosted between the spaces of childhood
Slipped unnoticed behind the gaps
Where nothing […]

How much money do you really need
Is it market forces or just plain greed
How many Ferraris in the drive
The constant snort of I ME MINE

When will your pot of sporting gold
Manifest in terms of stay or […]

There’s a war in Yemen
But does anybody care
There’s a war in Yemen
Near a million disappeared

Alan Shearer makes his comments
Ukraine’s plight has left him shocked
But he sings a different toon
For […]

We are romantic about football
Eulogising our heroes
Those chivalrous gallant knights of the pitch
But when the smoke of love disperses
And we look and see
Those football boots of clay
Caked in the mud […]

Kelleher steps up
Alisson sits on the bench
The Cup’s in safe hands.

“Guess who’s been on Match of The Day?”
“You have in yer big shorts!”
‘Anarchy in Timperley’ the soundtrack of
My teenage years
Frank and his fantastic shopping trolley
The genius of a paper Mache […]