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Archive for August, 2002

On “Let’s Get Nostalgic Again”… & Billy Wright Where Are You?

I remember that summer of 58 August in London and sweltering stand clear of the doors… all change for Fulham Broadway… official programme – sixpence a go! wear your colours! roasted peanuts – tanner a bag first game highs bearing down on Stamford Bridge in the distance floodlight pylons tower and loom on blue blue […]

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On Such A Day (for Holly and Jessica and their families)

it was one summer’s day when the news it came by you could search high and low and not find a dry eye and it wasn’t the news that you prayed it would be but the same awful moment for you and for me – while away in the distance they were playing some game […]

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Why Don’t People Whistle Anymore? (Unless They’re A Ref?)

WHISTLING Why don’t people whistle anymore? My dad used to embarrass me With his whistling constantly, Any refrain That came in his brain, And he could go on for hours And hours And hours; And even though he embarrassed me With his whistling constantly I have some veneration For my father’s generation And it’s ability […]

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If It’s August it Must Be Football Love Poetry Month…

To celebrate the forthcoming new Out To Lunch With Crispin Live album..The Power of Fluff…two football love poems..for August…. you are like football you are like football the grace and thrill you are excitement a beach in Brazil you are a stadium theatre of light you are a temple brilliant as night and you are […]

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/news/2002/08/