Football Poets

Macduff untimely goals he rips
Fleance leaves ’em scap’d
Lennox plays on either side
With Angus quiet and staid

Duncan regal in command
But rivals spoil his game
“Is this a foul I see before me”
You just can’t […]

Water into wine
Fishes and loaves
Oh these ragged miracles
Pass into echoes and shadows
Shattered emblems of modernity
No burning Monet will seize
Upon the ambition and colours of your
Immortality
Claim the pitch […]

In goal there’s Nicko as steady as stone
Swapped blue for white and found a new home
Right back is Yatesy a machine scoring goals
In the Cup he was magic as St Yates Day now known!

From the youth ranks McGreal a […]

Le Foot poets meet at the end of each street
The Anfields, The Bridges, The Parks
We don’t have an editor hiring our pens
Or an agent who wipes every a*se!

The literary sorts who staulk through the halls
And t […]

Pele’s feet scored beautiful goals
Garrincha’s played with boots full of soul
Just Fontaine’s set the world alight
Puskas with his left Rossi with his right
Lineker’s looked like lifting the cup
‘Til Maradona’s […]

Stryker, stryker burning bright
Upon the pitch beneath floodlight
What immortal football boot
Dare frame thy fearful aim to shoot

In what jinking runs aspired
And scorched the wings from side to side
Would […]

Those beautiful hoops
Beneath the glare
Of European nobility
And cynicism
Jumped through defences
Not once
But twice
To win the crown
And dream as Kings
Deservedly so,
Ask God, He was there
Watching with Brother […]

Shankly’s arms aloft embracing
Words of wisdom cast in red
Georgie Best a boy there racing
Demons slain and put to bed

Bobby Moore is still immaculate
Big Jock Stein trains Lisbon’s lions
Garrincha’s legs the […]

No not Matthews or Bowles
But Accrington Stanley
Ian Rush’s favourite Reds
“Oooo are dey?”
I hear ye cry
Well look to your football history
Take a trip down memory lane
And with tones of the late Joe Gladwin
Slip […]

There’s a dream that I left back in childhood
In the overgrown grass down a lane

On a park that was my very own Anfield
A place where the child used to play

That place where the days stretched in summer
And the […]

The stadium
Is not rammed like the Maracana
And the seats do not meet the clouds
Like the Nou
But the boys could be Juve
Proud in black and white
Beneath the Bacup skies
So very blue….

Football fans they lead the way
Making banners for the day
12th September No Hate No Fear
Refugees are welcome here.

There’s a pie that’s backed in Bacup
With a pedigree so rare
Blessed with rich ingredients
And made with love and care
Its recipe is secret
And no soul would dare reveal
But so succulent the pastry
Wrapped in sau […]

Hendrix covers little wings
Prince skins his purple patch
Little Richard pounds the net
Chuck Berry you just can’t catch
Jerry Lee with balls of fire
He rattles up and shakes
Jim “The Lizard” Morrison
Who nutmegs […]

Hammers hero England’s Captain
Football played the beautiful way
When God handed out boots built for glory
Yours was always His first name

Short of pace but picked out crosses
Half a yard did sprinting boots
And […]

It isn’t me who makes the rules
It’s just a job you win I lose
No one ever seems to see
The man inside the referee!

I’m on my own you’re in a team
Your name is sung and mine is screamed
No one ever wants to […]

What of my ghost when the sleep is final
The game over
The match finished
The race won
What resting place other than the one I name
No better place for me
If darkness be so
Let my darkness comfort me
If silence […]

In vast shipwrecks of seasons dreams
Amidst the noise of fans who scorn
The overpriced and misplaced signs
When boots of better days were born

Our sense of joy of fleeting runs
Those hazy mazy wingers brimmed
And […]

Across Stanley Park God rebuilt Eden
Laid down the hallowed turf
He hailed the faithful in the Kop
And blessed the grand red shirt

He named this garden Anfield
And The Lord He came to play
But with Ian St John […]

There’s “Toilet Kids” who can’t sit down
“Blanket Grandads” cold at the ground
“Giant Haystacks” knows it all
“Spy Kid” shouts and screams and bawls

The “Rattle Girl” winds up the front
Whilst “Stella Boy” he […]