A Robin replies to Basil
A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR READERS AND MAY ALL YOUR TEAMS WIN EVERYTHING IN THE NEW YEAR.
Secondly, a BIG thank you to all our readers and supporters. You have helped this website have another very successful couple of months. Since I wrote in October, we have featured in Channel 4’s “Writing for Kicks” schools book for KS3; the BBC promoted us on their guide to the best of the net; we feature on the British Council’s website, no less, and the December issue of When Saturday Comes put us in the top 5 football web-sites. Our poems have also appeared on both BBC and ITV. I wouldn’t dream of thinking that media attention is a necessary validation of what we all do – but it is nice to be noticed, don’t you think? You know that when you write you are guaranteed an audience. You have all helped all this happen – we are all working as a team, with no manager either! Thanks again and have a great Christmas and 2002. – Stuart.
Dearest Bank Manager
Dearest Bank Manager,
I am writing to thank you for bouncing the cheque which I had assumed would pay Father Christmas for his many services recently rendered to my family. By my calculations, some three nano-seconds must have elapsed between his presenting the cheque and the arrival of the funds in my account needed to honour it.
I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement, which has, I admit, been in place for only some twenty two years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity and also for debiting my account with £30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience I caused you.
But no more will our relationships be blighted by these unsavoury incidents, for I am restructuring my affairs in 2002, taking as my model, the very procedures of your very own bank. To this end, please be advised of the following changes:
Firstly, I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you I am confronted by an impersonal, ever-changing, pre-recorded faceless entity. From now on, I choose to deal with a flesh and blood person only. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee of your branch, whom you must nominate. Please find attached the Application Contract Form, which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages.
In due course your employee will be issued with a PIN number by me, which must be quoted in all dealings with me. I am sorry that it runs to twenty eight digits – but your nominated employee may call me at any time and will be answered by an automated voice and by pressing the appropriate buttons s/he will be guided through an extensive set of menus.
This may involve a lengthy wait but uplifting music will play for the duration, for example, Woody Guthrie, “Oh our clubs are floored with marble With a guard at every door, And the vaults are filled with silver That supporters sweated for.” After twenty minutes of that, our mutual contact will probably know it off by heart.
Finally, we come to costs. Firstly, there is the matter of the advertising material you send me. This I will read for a fee of £30 a page. Enquiries from your nominated contact will be billed at £5 per minute and as my new telephone service runs at 75p a minute, you would be advised to keep inquiries short.
May I wish you a happy if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year –
Your humble client,
Stuart Butler.
I can’t claim any ownership of this – I was sent it as an E mail last Christmas and altered it to a 3 minute piece to perform on stage.
Nor can we claim total ownership of the feature on football in the trenches at Christmas 1914 and 1915 – this is within the archive section of the website. If you haven’t seen this before, or even if you have, it’s well worth a visit. (Editor’s note: a mistake in the text in that section – Bertie Felstead was not the oldest man in the country, that accolade goes to Fred Moore of Hampshire, born November 21st. 1892.)
About This Site
Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
My Account
Latest Poems
Denys E. W. Jones
30th January 2023
joe morris
29th January 2023
Crispin Thomas
25th January 2023
joe morris
23rd January 2023
Denys E. W. Jones
23rd January 2023
joe morris
14th January 2023
joe morris
8th January 2023
kevin raymond
7th January 2023
joe morris
6th January 2023
Crispin Thomas
6th January 2023
Crispin’s Corner
In Memoriam
Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
Latest Comments
5th December 2022 at 8:11 pm
Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
you stand alone
in hogging our attention!
See in context
16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
See in context
15th November 2022 at 3:54 pm
Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework. They signed up; they should act. The Qatar tournament takes the World Cup in the opposite direction to that commitment. And 2026 looks like it’ll be even worse.
See in context
8th November 2022 at 2:06 pm
Hi Guys
Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
You probably hate me banging on..and problably know (like me) that my/your not watching the World Cup in Qatar will make no difference.
Of course it won’t. That’s not the point.
OK someone might possibly eventually publish a minimal drop in terrestrial TV viewer numbers, but I fear that is unlikely.
But please above all, do go on writing poems about the World Cup, as/you we have always done. I hate to think a poem or two of mine might l make you feel bad about comenting on a game or country …or that I’ve put you all off about wanting to contribute.
So we’d love to hear from you and read your thoughts and observations, as ever on what’s going on.
Some of us have been here since Football Poets website birth/inception for the Euros 2000 ….
All my best wishes
Crispin
See in context
18th October 2022 at 10:06 am
Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
Great memories Joe . Before Shoot, it was Roy of the Rovers comic too, dropping through my letterbox.
Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
See in context
3rd October 2022 at 8:32 pm
Thanks for the kind words Sharon. Yes, it was a shame with Billy Shako, but with five subs now being allowed, he might yet make it off the bench. Even if it’s just a cameo to close out a poem.
See in context
2nd October 2022 at 1:49 pm
John, your new book is an absolute delight and more please. It’s a shame ‘Swapping Shirts With Shakespeare’ never made it off the bench, but quality football poets light up the writing fields like Roman candles. Go well.
See in context
4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
Good times.
See in context
4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
See in context
18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
See in context