When the football’s so prosaic, It’s hard to write a poem. When it’s all so formulaic, It’s hard to write a poem. But with 5 per cent of the electorate Sending a fascist message to parliament, Our attempts to reclaim the flag Have quite clearly flagged. Saint George in all those cars, And all those […]

All that glisters is not gold, All that blisters is not bold, England expects you to do your duty, But expectoration might send you home early.

These days, It’s hard to recall Dutch Total Football. Because, you see, Frings aint wot They used to be.

The day started with shining spiders’ webs Hanging from next door’s monkey puzzle tree, An exotic reminder of last night’s opening ceremony, A paean of praise to Portugal’s Christian imperialism, With cannon blazing for Pope and for Profit; I turned on the radio at breakfast, Pre-match build up in full swing at 7 in the […]

Asylum seekers are sent back to war and death. Economic migrants play football in Portugal. Economic migrants amass untold wealth, But the number of asylum seekers continues to fall.