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If Jesus returns To Liverpool we then move St John inside left.
I think of you This same day that comes round Each year As the passage of time Between us Lengthens Until by grace We meet again The Reds win or lose Are bond between Father and Daughter I have lived more years Than you now But it is the child who remembers Through this child […]
Some hearts are scrawled on walls in chalk Splayed from the incessant hiss of graffiti mischief Deliciously illicitly scribbled Tagged and snagged With initials and street sentiment Others are carved undercover Into the bark of silent trees Padlocked and twisted into forget me nots But others are formed in the shape of goals Forged from […]
We fall in love with football Almost unconsciously The exact moment like birth not remembered Perhaps fragments of infancy posited Alongside childhood dreams And growing pains The sweet confusions And contradictions of this contrary game a patch of grass a blur of boots a swarm of infinite passes and goals Hopes rise eternal and dashed […]
When football is not quite the Beautiful Game It’s flowing locks locked down and cramped Messed up in clumsy tackles and mistimed passes And our hearts choked in pandemic pandemonium Glued to tellys and fixed on pixels and that eerie crowd sound That sounds nothing like my sort of tribe It’s a football season, but […]