the curse o’ Andy D’Urso
in the 2002 / 2003 Premiership season
a certain Frenchman, lost all sense of reason
for in the closing stages of the League
Arsenal let slip, a comfortable eight point lead
but Arsene Wenger, would like it to be known
that it had nothing to do, with Martin Keown
no, despite his ill-timed o.g.
the fault lies squarely, with a referee
and neither was the bizzare own goal by Kaolo Toure
the reason why the rival reds, were busily singing ‘hooray!’
and Sol Campbell’s elbow so errant
didn’t fit the bill, for our Gallic pedant
no, no, you see
it was all the fault, of ONE referee
it was nothing to do with an arrogance, a swagger
over-confidence, surely? no, we have it wrong, it was a dagger;
a stab in the back
from a man ‘formerly in black’
nor did the season hinge, on the form of a goalkeeping icon
as the Gallic Master was quick to refute, with the tv mic on
no, he announced loud and clear, Seaman was no Nemesis
it was the presence of a certain match controller, on the premises
so there’s definately one arbiter, dropped from his Christmas card list
as Wenger regales, on all the bad tackles missed
that lead to crippling injuries, to a crop of star players
the reason for which, he attributed to whistling betrayers
it couldn’t be, could it? that all the ups and downs
could have been curtailed, without the Upson frowns
when a glaring lack of cover, in the centre of defence
ultimately brought failure and an attitude intense?
no, no, you see
it was all the fault, of THAT referee
one in particular, shoulders the blame
a whole season’s misfortune, condensed, all in one game
for it was the man with the whistle
who caused Arsene to bristle
and so I daresay Mr D’Urso
will never be Wenger’s favourite perso n.
rhymes can be so contrived these days!
as can the excuses from bitter football managers – Arsene Wenger lost a lot of friends with his sore loser stance.
He was particularly upset with the following match :
April 26th 2003
Bolton 2 Arsenal 2
h-t 0-0
Bolton scorers : Djorkaeff, Keown og
Arsenal scorers : Wiltord, Pires
Arsenal were 2-0 up!
Referee : Andy D’Urso
Laville of Bolton was sent off in the last minute, but Arsenal were unhappy with the number of heavy tackles that were committed before that
Manchester United went on to win the League that season.
Earlier in the campaign, reserve centre back Matthew Upson was sold to Birmingham City. By the end of the season he had made his debut for England.
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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!
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16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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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.
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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
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
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18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
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