The Master’s Crisp-less Tale
And as it grew closer to Crisp-less..
the crowds did gather before the Master of the Verse …
in a place just offeth the M5eth where artists, poets
and quite weird soccer writers do liveth in abundenth…
and there they did stand in designer Barbour jackets & Range Rovers alongside woolly- hatted and yoghurt-woven bicyclist
and dreamers in solar-powered rainbow painted Citroens…
and there upon the Cotwold Hills..they did cry as one…
o master…speak to us of football
and where goest it.. in these dark un-united times?
and the master did look away from the North
and far from Trafford’s crumbling temple spires
and as the long-time riegn of the football sons of Manchester did finally slip away he did turn his gaze and hopes South-wards..
and the master spoketh thus…
evry region doth have its day
que sera and really deep stuff like that…
like… when you play
you play not for yourselves
or for each other
you playeth for the money
and in larger quantities
than players of yesteryear
could every have imaginedeth…
and know this well o football lovers
it’s not about taking part
it’s about taking every thing you can
in as short a time as possible
and putting nothing back for the children
injuries will come…
and scandalous fights in dodgy bars will go..
but remember well this holiday..
when upon St Boxing’s Day
the classy Arsenal doth enterain
the lovely cuddly Chelsea…. …
and the lesser clubs struggle to raise £20 in some raffle ..
football is not just for christmasits for Pancake Day, Easter, Chase the Elves Round the Lord Of The Rings Set the school holidays
and the whole of the summer to follow
as well ..if we’re lucky…
so go ye…out into the world (cup)
be lucky in the year of the two thousand of the two..
and fear not that that England are in the same group
as Argentina,Nigeria and Sweden…
because evry dog has its day…and who wants to support
a country where they eat dogs anyway (don’t go Basil!!!)
and go ye with pen or mouse and keyboard firmly in hand
and writeye football poems of every team in evry land..
and send them inneth in reams ..but in languages we can understand….or with a translation..
and may every goal …
(not just the ten-thousandth)..
.be an act of love and charity..
and keep the one dream real….
WORLD PEACE AND FREEDOM THROUGH FOOTBAL POETRY NOW!
for well you know…
WE FOLLOW WE PLAY
WE HAVE OUR SAY
may all your goals be not just realised
but also video’d if possible…
and maybe later transferred and digitallt re-enhanced onto DVD
have a peaceful new year from Crispin
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Latest Comments
19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
Best
Crispin
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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19th November 2023 at 1:45 pm
Thanks Gacina, glad you liked it, and I have just posted a new one about our points deduction…
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7th November 2023 at 6:34 pm
Today B.B.C post on F.B was titled:Premier League reduced to 18 clubs? I really think it may be interesting to see if this would be Everton’s nightmare and this poem is well suited for this concern.If there would be more difficult battle to stay if there were 18 teams.Great poem and somehow true.
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6th November 2023 at 4:43 pm
Ashington FC have launched a £50,000 Crowdfunder appeal to meet the increased costs of winning promotion last season, to pay for urgent stadium improvements, travel costs and equipment
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