‘I Was There’ Wombwell School Football Poems
“I WAS THERE” FOOTBALL POEMS
from Students at Wombwell School. Nr Barnsley 14.5.09
I’m including a few poems below from the sessions . It’s so hard sometimes, to really come out of ourselves and express our deepest feelings in words , especially in front of others or in the close confines of a class setting among friends. Being in the spacious surrounding of a stunning modern library, as we were , really helps. The poems were created and read aloud on the day and give a flavour and idea of the general theme of ‘Being There’ , perhaps at a match or just a moment in your life. Big thanks to Wombwell for the invitation and to all the students for humbly giving up Maths and Science (!) to be there! Crispin
“During the football poetry workshops Crispin encouraged pupils to be creative and did this using his own personal experiences. This engages the pupils and allowed them to feel more secure about expressing themselves. Pupils created their own poems about an event in their lives that had something to do with sport. The scope was widened from just football to ensure all pupils could participate and write about something they were passionate about. Pupils created some stunning poems and gained confidence within their own work to be more creative and imaginative. ”
S.Totty .English Dept.Wombwell School.” Barnsley
I Was There
I was there when it began
When the snow fell to the ground
That cold January day
When we scraped past Blackpool
I was there at Anfield
When my heart stopped
The crowd went silent
As Brian Howard got a 94th minute goal
I was there as we hosted Chelsea
That day my heart belonged to football
As our striker headed the ball
All my dreams came true
As the ball shook the back of the net
By Ryan Butterworth
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Get In There!!!!
The final five there’s no better feeling
you feel so alive but the losers need healing.
We sing and roar wanting goals galore
We jump around with a mighty sound.
We jump right over that touchline wall
Trying to grab that prestigious ball
Reaching touching the holy ground
Crowds of people running around.
Running up to players giving them hugs
Will their faces be on my coffee mugs?
Losing your friends getting lost in the crowd
You’re not bothered because you’re so proud
Singing Que Sera what will be will be
We’re all going to ‘Wemb-erley’
Sometimes dreams really do come true
Chelsea are out and Barnsley are through
Get in there!!!!
Luke. Tomlinson 9h
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No-One Could Stop Me
I slowly pushed my way through.
Past the roaring heaving mass
I’ve never ever done this before
Something made me
Forget the outcome…
My friends had said
It’s great and exciting
It’s more difficult if you’re small
I finally broke my way through
and over the top
I felt a huge sigh of relief
I’ve never been on the pitch before
And yes it’s normally banned
But then it was the last game of the season
And no-one could stop me…
Jake Allert
Jake Raynor
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The Match
I go to watch the match each week
I hear them chanting in the street
Getting ready for the game
We’ll not let our enemies put us to shame
The game begins the fans all roar
In the very first minute we score
One nil up a penalty for sure
Our main defender has broken his jaw
We all stand up we yell we scream
All shouting at the other team
Our sub is on we miss a goal
Because the ball has hit the pole
The whistle goes we’ve reached half time
Let’s all go and grab a pie
Second Half the other team scores
Their supporters all applaud.
We end even 1-1 the score
But next time we’ll be back for more
Max
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Keep It Up!
When I played
for my old school teem
I scored a goal
I felt scared at first
then I got excited
when we won
after the match
we all sang and laughed
as we got changed
when I got home
my mum said
“well done son
keep it up ”
BY Luke Peel 9E
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Do Or Die
Excitement
Tension
Joy
Noise
But it’s much more than that
Not much time left
We are in extra time
Do or die
Deadly silence
Followed by a deafening roar
We are level
The whistle blows
Signalling the end
It’s spot kick time
Penalty shoot out
Excitement
Tension
Joy
Noise
But its much more than that
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We Are Barnsley
Football is belief
Football is addictive
Football is passion
You say football
We say football
Football
Football
You go to the ground the crowd is roaring
The other team has no chance of scoring
Some people think it’s really boring
I just think it’s totally adoring
You say football
We say football
Football
Football
At half time I went for a sausage roll
I thought to myself- come on Hume give us a goal !
We kick back with straight on attack
Hume sends the keeper on his back
You say football
We say football
Football
Football
The final whistle came around
The away team’s hearts are in the ground
We kept chanting to the boys
We made their team look just like toys
“We are Barnsley super Barnsley from Oakwell
We are Barnsley super Barnsley from Oakwell ”
Luke Bamford
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Manchester United At Fulham
The atmosphere was ecstatic.
There was Rooney Ronaldo
Tevez and Giggs.
Everyone was jumping
To the sound of the United beat.
“Champions of England
Champions of Europe.”
Craven Cottage
is a lot older
than Old Trafford
by many a year
We won the game
it was fantastic .
The United fans
did not sit down at all
during the game.
It was like a dream come true.
United
Premier League Champions once again!
“Champions of England
Champions of Europe.”
By Liam Stuart.
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10th February 2023 at 8:45 pm
I misspelt Jimmy’s nickname as it should be Greavsie. Typo !
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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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