• For Diego and Peter Shilton
    Don’t cry for Diego, Argentina. The truth is He’ll never leave you. All through his wild days, His mad existence, He held God’s hand high: Don’t keeper your distance.
  • After The Match
    The empty terrace, Which gave sporadic voice, stands silent. Listless paper cups And kiosk remnants rue the result. Empty terrace. Empty cups. Empty feeling. We lost. By soupman 25.03.18
  • FIFA Redacted Poem
    Xxxx xxx xxxxxx ref xxx xxxx, Foul xxxx xx xxxxxxx xxxx fatter, Xxxxxx World Cup xxx x xxxxxx, Xxxx xxxx xxx xxxxxxx xx Sepp Xxxxxx. By soupman March 2016
  • Any F***ing Old Iron
    Unfashionable underdogs Kicking off in Clockhouse Way: Forlorn, the Crittall iron gates Where Athletic used to play. One man’s utopian vision, Guardians of Braintree Town, The forbidding small square boxes Are crying foul, heading down. ‘The Iron’ will leave their stadium And their soul for something new: F*** off Cressing Road and history, When the […]