Poems tagged ‘2017/18 Season’
Boxing Day battering for Magpies
Liverpool 4-0 Newcastle
Boxing Day footballs on
Rafa’s come to town
Yet the Toon army leave
With a great big whopping frown
Joselu spurned a good one
Lovren stepped up to the test
With a cracking half volley
He is simply the world’s best
Salah causes havoc in the box
An early second half sting
Penalty despatched cleanly
By the Reds Egyptian king
Trent lays a tap in for Shaqiri
But still no sign of fatigue
A fourth headed home by Fabinho
Liverpool, Liverpool, top of the League
number7
© emdad rahman
A day with orphans!
‘Who’ll hear the orphan’s cry?
‘They’re full of fear and dread’
We took our team on the road
To play football with them instead
Haji Eusuf orphanage, Chattak
We met 53 orphans that day
Zoinul and Moshahid had it all lined up
Rounding off with some sunset play
We took pictures and shared gifts
The orphans smiles put us to shame
We were itching to get on that pitch
To play the beautiful game
So gaffers Shaheed and Mehdi
List two orphan teams on a pad
Favourites Abdal, Waj, Abu, Yarimi
Bench stars Saif, Diya, Emdad
But we didn’t care for big names
The orphans were fighting fit
They ran and ran like Olympians
With us adding our little bit
I had to pull a trick for a goal
But then Yarimi beat the keeper
My shot came off the post
Diya pounced for the winner
With plenty game time left
It was time for a dirty prank
Poor Abdal smashed into the hoardings
Only way to stop that tank
With Abu pulling the strings
Saif was our brick wall
Ref Jay whistled to give us the win
Our orphans stood proud and tall
‘I’ve never seen them so happy,
‘I pray you’re all blessed from above’
A local expressed her feelings
On football spreading the love
At the Human Relief Foundation
Raisah’s match summary
Gobindogonj has played host to
The ‘best game in HRF history’
‘Who’ll hear the orphan’s cry?
‘They’re full of fear and dread’
We took our team on the road
To play football with them instead
number7
© emdad rahman
Gigi loves olives but not Oliver! (Bedlam at the Bernabau)
Real Madrid v Juventus, CL Q-F. Real win 4-3 on agg, with last minute winning pen from Cristiano Ronaldo. Referee = Michael Oliver. 11/04/2018
Let’s start at the end
And just pretend
There was no emotion
That drove the commotion
Cristiano revs up
Strikes with full throttle
After such a long wait
What a lotta bottle!
Szczesny strolled on
Acting all cocky and cool
Last minute sub facing a pen
Oliver debatably brave or fool!!
The referee
Was surrounded, hounded and shoved
Many saying it shouldn’t be red
Simply because it’s retiring Gigi (beloved)
To emphasize, the referee
Was surrounded, hounded and shoved
Where it could have been one of many
The red was flashed to Gigi (be-gloved)
In all the furore
VAR gets a mention
But for such a 50/50 call
It wouldn’t have solved the tension
Benatia shoves in the back
Vasquez hits the ground
Depending on your allegiance
The ref’s whistle is unsound!
Real with last throw of the dice
Desperately, Toni Kroos he chips
Ronaldo peels and bounds
His header preceding tooted pips
The tie started out looking comfy
Real at home and ahead by three
But Juve bag a triple
To every neutral’s glee!
Nice Two Son
They call him the Greaves of the Orient
He comes from somewhere in Korea
And in defenders in England and Europe
He’s starting to instill mighty fear.
He won’t get the accolades of others
Like Deme Alle or Eriksen the Dane
And he won’t be hero-worshipped by supporters
Like one of their own Harry Kane
But He toyed with the Cherries on Sunday
He’s the man who scored two of the goals
And the fans they all shouted out Nice One
LIke they used to with old Cyril Knowles.
Nice One, Nice Two, maybe one day Nice Three
Will be sang when Son scores a goal
And the Greaves of the Orient
Will be revered and loved
In North London and the back streets of Seoul.
There’s a Goose Loose aboot this Hoose
We’re all going on a summer holiday
The football season has begun
It’s the Milk-League-Carling-EFL Cup
The chance for a decent cup run
Norwich City played pretty well
Scoring three goals in the first forty-five
The rain was teeming, attendance so-so
Enjoying ‘the return’ of watching it live
Well, wouldn’t you know it
“the biggest cheer of the night”
Went to The Goose on the wing
Who did three laps on his debut flight
Being an August cup game
Even though we’d already scored
The crowd were easily led and distracted
(Though I wouldn’t say they were bored)
The Goose sparked off a Mexican wave
As he flew past each stand to applause
After three laps he disappeared down the steps
To the concourse, like on all stadium tours
A gallant fan gave up his jacket
The Goose was safely wrapped
Released to safety, no harm done
The crowd laughed and whooped and clapped
A good night was had by all
City go through to the next thrilling round
But what fans really hope for (other than Ipswich at home)
Is the return of The Goose to our ground
Though, like all good tales, I realise
You really had to be there
Our goose puns will soon fall flat
But it was fun, and fun should always be shared
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder.
Best
Crispin
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