Toshack or Me! (an advert)
I’m not familiar with the work of Peter Read (Peter Reid – yes) – apart from the poem he has up on this site, which is one of my favourites (see below).
Based on that, you might like to know the following sent by his agent :
Peter Read is a playwright, performance poet, creative writing tutor and actor (not necessarily in that order). We’re working on his new website, www.peterread.co.uk.
You may be interested to know that Peter Read has written a play, ‘Toshack or Me!’ to be performed at the Grand Theatre, Singleton Street, Swansea Tuesday to Friday 12 – 15 September 2006 at 7.45pm, and matinee performance on Wednesday 14 September 2006 at 2.00pm. It’s about football obsession!
“It’s the early 80’s and Dave is passionate about his beloved Swans and their quest for First Division glory under the management of St John Toshack. But not everyone shares Dave’s enthusiasm. His wife, Holly, for example. An ultimatum is made, but Dave has a valuable ally in the local vicar!”
Peter Read’s new comedy is great entertainment for anyone who loves or hates football, marriage – and Abba!
Tickets £8 (concessions £6) Box Office 01792 475715
Many thanks
Jackie Lyndon
jackielyndon@ntlworld.com
Love Letter
No other lover could snub like you
and still survive this affair;
the constant promise of better days
dissipating in December drizzle;
the embarrassment of underachieving
before friends served adulatory notes,
your indifference to constant failure
traipsing away at the final whistle
without even looking into my eyes.
Then your tacit assumption I’ll be there
to cheer your next entrance, ignore your impotence.
I have caught pneumonia for you,
fallen through wooden seats,
chanted your name in snow,
parked, to be booked
to prevent being late
for our torrid love affair.
I have dreamt of Europe with you
but Scunthorpe, Lincoln, Hull and Carlisle
are the furthest we’ve been.
Is this a fling or a disease?
Is there a drug to take away the longing
that fastens like a vice
every Saturday and many Tuesday nights?
Or am I doomed to worship Wrexham Football Club forever?
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© Peter Read 22 Jan 03
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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!
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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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