A welcome in June and July
In June and July 2008, we welcomed the following new contributors to this site :
Christopher Fernie
Lucy Marciano
And we welcome back, a blast from the past :
Matt Hanson who last posted in 2005.
John Williams who last posted in 2002.
Click on the names above to see that person’s poem(s), or browse some selected first efforts below :
For George
You found your feet in Manchester,
The goal of so many Irishmen before,
But you didin’t come to cut canals,
Or lay tracks for trundling trains,
Or dig drains on mist-chilled mornings,
Or glean the wheat in autumnal shadows –
No, you scythed through hapless defences,
Navigating your own wayward paths,
Draining statuesque men of hope
As you harvested your golden field
Now in darkness at your painful passing,
But your gyrating genius will still be seen
By a thousand terraces of tearful eyes,
And the rapturous cheers will still be heard.
© Christopher Fernie
I wrote this poem in 2006 to commemorate the first anniversary of the death of George Best. The poem appears on a postcard which is on sale exclusively at the National Football Museum, Preston. Any income from the sale of the card is divided equally between the George Best Foundation and the museum in its charitable status.
Not again – this time it’s Sven
With England, he faced the nations wrath
But at City he led them down a structured path
He inherited a club, with no vision or hope
And brought players in to give it future scope
His target was Europe, no matter which way
And they qualified, all be it from the Fair Play
This was Sven the football man
No mention of Ulrika or Faria Alam
Calm and cool, his players listened and learned
The media took notice, his reputation returned
But now he has fallen foul of a ruthless Thai
He is not happy with his performance, my question is why?
As owner he can hire and fire, it’s his decision to choose
But how are things better by trying to bring in Mark Hughes?
City fans are used to change
But a former Red Devil seems highly strange
I can’t see his name being sung to the max
It certainly would never have happened, in the old Kippax
Sven will come back from this, that we all know
His pay off will no doubt soften the blow
But in a game of such pressure and the demands so high
It’s little wonder we keep waving our managers goodbye.
© Matt Hanson
McFootball
I dreamed Bill Gates had bought West Brom on his banker’s good advice.
He said, ‘Tony, if it’s cash you want, you won’t need to ask twice.’
So Mowbray got to work and with the first stroke of his pen
He signed van Nistelroy, and with the second, Arsharvin.
Then Klose, Torres, Ribery, and more and more, they came
To strut along the Brummie Road, the finest in the game.
Within a year we’d won the Premier League and FA Cup.
Next year we won the Champions League, and things were looking up.
And for a while the Baggies fans boing-boinged and were delighted,
As their team struck fear into the hearts of Chelski and United.
But other changes came along, some daft, some quite insane;
You couldn’t get a balti pie – just lobsters and champagne.
And ticket prices rose and rose – you’d question the morality.
New boxes lined the Smethwick End for corporate hospitality.
They roofed the lot so that the nobs below would not get wet,
And built a strip where Bill & Co. could land a Lear Jet.
And year by year the Baggies grew in wealth and power and fame,
So I went to watch the Wolves; the Hawthornes wasn’t quite the same.
© John Williams 22nd June 2008
This poem started with me watching Arsharvin in Euro 2008, and wondering what might happen if the Baggies could sign him. (If only…)
A Girly Football Experience
He sits and listens, watches
ignoring me
i jump as they scream and shout
penalty
injured knee
waiting for the next pub roar
I’m hoping they wont score
it happened once before
i got picked up, swung round, and dropped on the floor.
© Lucy Marciano
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
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20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
Best
Crispin
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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