The Euros are upon us.
England likes her chances now.
She wants to make the final,
lift the Cup, and take her bow.
To make it true, there’s work to do:
those seven fields to plough.
The Euros are upon us.
Now that this season has ended;
now that the league’s done and dusted;
players you loved and defended
like kids – expectations adjusted:
put all that paid pain behind you.
Only look forward. Next season.
When the last piece of grass
comes to pass, for more turf,
and these images fade
and the stadium roof,
as more proof we once played,
must stay closed as they pray
when the world has […]
Who’s ‘The Man’ now, Mr. Kane?
Vardy? You? Please tell us.
Maybe we’ll ask Gabriel.
Can this streak endure, so
he can score the goals to park us?
Will Roy call his name for Euro?
I can help: it’s ‘Marcus.’
If Leicester wins the Premier League,
I’ll do a little dance,
for all the sides did not get up
and take their second chance;
supporters of the also rans
who never could advance.
If Leicester wins the Premier L […]
Who ya gonna trade fer Jamie Vardy?
Olivier Giroud ‘r Harry Kane?
Deeney? Martial? To me ther’s hardly
any striker left what don’t seem plain.
The days ‘r gone when you could pick the Speedster,
Lukaku ‘n Ighalo: […]
It started in the garden.
He was barely one year old.
He’d stand and get a hand
to every ball his mother rolled.
His father taught him how to catch.
This new skill made them smile.
They knew he’d be a keeper for […]
My mother’d no money for music.
My father, he played back in school.
Just like my grandfather, before him.
They were hard men and nobody’s fool.
I struggled in reading and writing.
To succeed I was nobody’s […]
All hail to the Hard Man! Cold,
flying in studs-high.
Midfielders keeping honest,
who once dithered.
Prototypes who starred when
sending off meant someone died.
Sure, from the sound of footsteps,
softer strikers […]
We’ve all been there; the moment when we realize it’s lost.
It doesn’t have to be that late, or three to nil.
A mental shift occurs, then comes a weighing of the cost
of persevering when it’s hopeless, as if […]
Embers of a sunset bleed
more light than warmth this hour
above this stadium, now empty like a sinner.
Victory cries once echoed,
where now concrete walls devour
dead dreams and memories of those who knew a […]