Hi there.. it’s Novemer 2002 ..and i just noted there are now over 1250 poems from you all in 28 months crazy eh? We ( via Dave the web-master) started this site in the summer of 2000 (Euro 2000)
2 A BURNING BLACK STAR (Arthur Wharton)
3 KICK IT OUT RAP..
4 WORLD GONE CONKERS
1 WORSHOP NEWS….
Bridge Across The World & Hull – Kick It Out & United in Thornton..
Hot on the heels of the great night at Brockworth.. we’re just back from a wonderful Kick It Out Football Poets and D.A.D.s(Dads Against Drugs) inspired Workshop In Hull….!!!!!
What a day..in the distance the Humber Bridge shining like its counterpart in San Francisco on a clear day…and here in this place D.A.Ds (Dads Against Drugs) are hard at work creating a place for kids to play in safely and to be inspired through sport, football, music and life..Rob Broomfield has invited us up to Hull ..we don’t know what or how many to expect..in numbers..but suddenly they pour in off the street..and wow ….what energy…i guess it couldn’t be any other way..and they are straight into it..
10 nationalities 26 great kids from 6 to 16 years …and a great mad workshop day of football poetry, music ,acting and percussion (.and food thanks to Wendy et al.).. we even got to act out the life and times of Arthur Wharton ( the world’s first professional black footballer)…….our improvised story was formed in four groups of kids…and saw Paul dancing madly on a beach on the Ivory Coast with some wonderful Iraqi children( one or two of whom had only recently arrived in this country).They were accompanied, in their part of the story, by a highly enthusiastic collective of sudden new drummers from Hull…from there we journeyed with the Arthur Wharton Crew on the boat singing ‘row-row-the- boat’ and ‘England-England’ as they sailed towards these shores ( the black cliffs of Dover!)….on then to the amazing slow-motion race of Arthur winning the 100yds at Stamford Bridge.(.well done Rob ) in 10 secs..and lastly to the penalty shoot-out (yeah i know they didn’t have them back in those days but hey we are the football poets and we were in Hull…so why not?)…we ended up with two wonderful English female goalies who both desparately wanted to not only be black but to both be Arthur Wharton (the goalkeeper for Preston North End..against Liverpool!)… so we ended up having a white Arthur (Norton!) and a black (Arthur Wharton) ….guess who saved the day?..great day for all…poems songs and much more..the kids all wrote and perfomed for the first time ever on the mike using Kick It Out, football uniting the world and anti-racism themes …we used acrostics to create simple yet meaningful poems together… their group is now up on the site this weekend..
thank you guys…crispin & paul – the football poets…here’s my poem on Arthur..who’s very grave we passed close to on our return…
2. A Burning Black Star – Arthur Wharton (1865-1930)
(The World’s First Preofessional Black Footballer)
now Arthur Wharton “goalie” may not trigger many bells
it’s such a very long long time ago
and you would never guess this at the mention of his name
the bravery audacity the struggle and the pain
to be the first black player who ever graced the game
but nowadays I wonder how few know?
the sixties weren’t so swinging when he came into this world
the Ivory Coast in eighteen sixty-five
when words like white supremacy
cut deeper than the eye could see
from India and Lipton’s tea to trying to stay alive –
when boardrooms rang with history and power
and being black could set you on a limb
and even if you ran as fast as some new ‘ancient’ train
or dared to dream of gracing the so-called People’s Game
well everything was different if your colour weren’t the same
i wonder what it felt like to be him?
for way up North in collieries and pit-shafts
where children worked the mines to stay alive
when slavery and servants were still common as the clay
those pompously Victorians with deeply classist ways
you barely want to think about the mood on any day
the things that people did to just survive –
but he defied the cynics and the critics
when he became the first man in the world
to run a hundred yards that day
at Stamford Bridge where still they play
ten seconds and he cast a ray
a flag of hope unfurled –
then think upon the simple act of playing
for Darlington – within a white man’s game
a scapegoat for a nation
all alone above his station
away outside of anything – beyond imagination
to be out there though black and without shame –
but stood between the goalposts was he proud to be a part
did they shower him with insults or with praise?
and most may not have noticed when they read out his name
to those behind the nets perhaps he even looked the same
with two strong arms but in his heart he surely felt the strain
and glad for no bananas in those days!
was he taunted like some monkey or an outcast
was her treated as a team-mate or a friend?
was he upright and undaunted by the colour of his skin
if he let the ball fly past him did the insults soon begin?
we have no way of knowing with the evidence so thin
forgotten and forsaken in the end –
and look at us the game and gaze around you
am i alone in how i feel today
will we be strong when words are thrown
stay silent while they yell and groan
if there’s one thing i’ve always known
we’re human and we’re one in every way –
while in an unmarked grave now gladly noted
near Doncaster there lies a pioneer
who took more risks than those today
a legend in his silent way
and we must emulate and pray
an end to hate draws near
© CT02 Oct 20 2002
Arthur Wharton, the world’s first black professional footballer, was born in the Gold Coast (now called Ghana) in 1865. Twenty one years later he became the first man in the world to run the 100 yards in 10 seconds at a national championship at Stamford Bridge.This has been accepted as the first world record in the event. In 1884 he made his debut in first class football for Darlington, moving on to Preston North End, Rotherham, Sheffield United, Stalybridge Rovers, Ashton North End and Stockport County. He died in 1930 a forgotten and penniless coal miner. His grave in Edlington, near Doncaster, lay unmarked until 1997 when Football Unites – Racism Divides raised more than £1000 to erect a headstone.
3. Kick-It-Out Rap
there has to be a space – there has to be a place
for ev’ry single member of the whole human race
but it starts in the playground – it starts as just a lark
it end up on the journey home-it ends up in the park
it ends up on the playing field -in the rain and thunder
sometimes you hear it-but you’re totally outnumbered
word up – be a beacon be a light
speak out – let your football burn bright
let it out -rap the culprits in the eye
kick it out – time for racism to die
kick it out
you can sing it you can wing it – you can act it out in class
you can trap it you can rap it – before the feelin’s pass
speak out – put it down upon the page
no doubt – life’s a stage..and this rage ..
we can erase it – -if we face it
let it out -rap the culprits in the eye
kick it out – time for racism to die-
kick it out
you know-no-one has the right to abuse any other
no one has the right- be they stranger or brother
no one has the right to bully or to yell
but no one should be frightened to be the one to tell
but twenty years ago – and if your face was black
if you stood out on the footie-pitch – they’d be on your back
but take a look around you – from Africa today
great players everywhere- we love to see them play
and this world is changing – ya feel it coming through
and maybe lifes’s a lottery but football dreams come true
and who knows this time an Asian tomorrow
when one come through i said the rest will follow
word up -rap the culprits in the eye
kick it out – time for racism to die
kick it out
© crispin t – june 02
originally written and performed for the Kick It Out/Word Up Football Poetry event in Bradford during the World Cup this summer gone…now re-earthed for Black History Month and an exciting project which Stuart Butler has wonderfully instigated involving football poetry in schools on the same theme..with thanks to Piara and Zacia at Kick It Out www.kickitout.org who work diligently towards kicking racism out of football…and by the way the Asian angle is to highlight the current lack of any Asian players in any of the professional flights….albeit three up-coming youngsters are highlighted on the kick it out site..check it out..one a budding female and one who has already played at u-16 level for England!
Oct 15 2002
4. World Gone Conkers
On Conkering Racism In The Playground!
it’s not just football friends oh no
that suffers in this style
they’ve banned the sport we loved to play
is racism to blame I say
how can our schools just take away
and banish now like leaves from trees
on Autumn’s concrete floor
the right to glorious chestnut times
more dangerous than mountain climbs
i had to put it into rhyme
more violent they now proclaim
than derbies or the like
now ended after endless years
like six-ers that we lost in tears
our youthful dreams we lost our fears
no longer in the schoolyards
these conquered implements
now driven from the cycle shed
they turn a deeper shade of red
is liberty and freedom dead
i really think its bonkers
gone with the summer gone for good
gone with our childhood days
no drying them – no soaking well
no trying to hide the vinegar smell
no heating them no one to tell
they’ve taken it away now
the danger risk and more
of string in eyes or stinging thighs
of locker-rooms comparing size
of boy-ish-girlish fiendish cries
when smashed ones go astray
and only rebels will persist
as rebels always will
without permission from their mums **
or letter-writing forging chums
like people who tattoo their thumbs
this game of conkers we all love
now banned in every town
you ask me of me and I reply
that underneath I wonder why
and just like Ali G I cry
IS IT BECAUSE THEY’RE BROWN?
© crispin t – sept 02
since writiIng this..i felt compelled to reply ot William Shakespeare’s guest book repost-entry…is he stil living in the Middle Ages..yes sadly methinks!
Dear Willie Le Shake(Pah!),Clik (bien- venue) and All Football Poets..
O yes that ol’ chestnut you might say…but……….
as football poets and in Stu’s case teacher …in a month where kicking racism from football and all sport is prominent..we are contacting you with regard to the recent banning of ‘playing conkers’ from the play-ground.We are also horrified by the introduction NATIONALLY of “written permission from parents or guardians being required.. to play conkers at school “..
We have to ask…what are your feelings? Is this racism gone mad? What next?.Is football with a tennis ball ok in playgrounds.. because the ball is now white and no longer brown?.Can anyone re-assure our dedicated society that our world is still a safe place to play in .A place to join together (with a gentle vibe of course) and beat the living daylights out of our classmate’s chestnut, with love…..it’s an outlet surely?
sincerely – Crispin Le Conkerere
Oct 11 02