Poems tagged ‘At the Match’
A Quiet Game of Football
I’ve heard commentators say it was the game of the century
That it was the greatest there was in our living memory
“It would only be fair if both sides could win”
Was heard in the grandstands above the din
And at the end of the day with such a close result
It could never be said that game was dull
When it’s four nil at halftime and the crowd’s gone home
And the team getting thumped have got Stockholm Syndrome
The pundits will say football won on the day
And we’re lucky to see such powerful play.
While I listlessly stare at a circling seagull
I never heard it said once that the game was dull
When the referee constantly stops the play
And both teams appear to be in disarray
All the crowd can do is mumble and groan
And your team scarf hangs like a heavy millstone
Even though some games are just one big lull
You won’t hear it said that the game was dull
As one of the players succumbs to an injury
And you wish all the rest would be put out of their misery
Cos it’s slow and its sloppy and they’re not even rivals
Because neither team can even get into the finals
The commentary is loud and they’re hotly debating
In a desperate attempt to hold on to some ratings
Can’t you get it into your thick skull
You will never hear it said that a game is dull.
The Half-Time Team Talk
The Half-Time team talk that had to be good
to turn what looked like certain defeat around.
I was once a youth team manager of Tring Tornadoes U/16s
we had led the league the whole season undefeated
but we had another local side hot on our heels.
They had lost one match at our ground earlier in the season
and were just 2 points behind us going into the last match,
with the final game at their ground .
They went for a 9.30 am kick off on a Sunday morning,
with a 40 minute journey and to be ready for kick off
I had to get fifteen 16 year olds up at 7 am
to be ready to go at 7.45 am, not an easy task!
But to a young man they were all ready to go.
At half time we were 2-0 down!
So my half time talk would have to be good.
It would have to be different, exceptional and memorable!
So what do you think I said? I said:
“Lads we have had a great season,
undefeated before this match and we have been top all season.
But with Stokenchurch’s’ gamesmanship
going for an early morning kick off on a Sunday morning,
it has caught us half asleep in the first half.
We know we can play much better than this
so we have to play our hearts out
if we are going to turn this game around.
We have to wake up and start the second half running
and keep it going until the final whistle.
I believe if we play like we can we can do it.
Put it this way, it’s like we have been to a very posh restaurant
and had a fantastic main course, but the restaurant manager
has just told there are only enough desserts/ puddings for one team
and they were going to serve them to you, as you were top of the league.
But now Stokenchurch are top of the league,
they have nicked our puddings and there are non for you, as it stands.
So are you going to let them nick your puddings
or are you going to go out there and nick them back and say
get off those puddings they are ours? “
The team laughed as did the assistant manager and parents
listening in to my half time team talk
“So come on lads get out there and get those puddings back,
they belong to you , not our arch rivals Stokenchurch.”
Within ten minutes of the second half we scored !
Game on!
“Come on lads I shouted, think about the puddings”
Their team hadn’t a clue what I was talking about.
Some of our lads were smiling.
Thirty minutes in we equalise 2-2 , the comeback was on.
“Come on lads we can get those puddings they belong to us!
We are top of the league not them”
Fifteen minutes to go, end to end stuff, a draw would be enough,
but a defeat wouldn’t.
We would end runners up after leading all season.
One last big shout from me:
“Come on Tring Tornadoes you can do it!
Let’s take this game, we have got them!
Take the puddings off them! “
And we do just that within minutes of the final whistle, we score again.
3-2 to us ! We hold on for what looked like an impossible come back.
We won the league at Stokenchurch!
You should have seen their manager’s face and their team and parents.
They thought it was in the bag.
but they didn’t know I had one special half time team talk up my sleeve:
‘the pudding talk’…and it worked!
That was 21 years ago now,
but I expect not one of those lads
have ever forgotten Mr Icke’s pudding talk.
On the way home with the League Cup Winners Cup on the table,
I treated all the boys to a big ‘fry up breakfast’ at Tesco
I’m not sure how many went for the black pudding option but it didn’t matter now,
that the Half Time team talk had made such a difference
and we won the league at Stokenchurch!”
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© Simon Icke
A Minute’s Silence
Across the ground, a pause
as still as the years that follow.
Matchday chat falls to the pit where
lost apple pips lie – feel them
stretch into this emptiness, burst into
boughs, touch all sides
of this amphitheatre struck dumb.
A crowded silence can seem so
deathless. Watch the whistle rise,
embrace the explosion.
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
Anto Neo
CFC v WBA, 3-0
Goals: Hazard, Moses, Hazard
I attended this match
And brought my bairn
If the Prem be a pile of stones
We’re no longer top of the cairn
The atmosphere was mixed
The title beyond our reach
Performances lately have been ragged
And points we’ve allowed to leach
After a nervy jittery start
We soon rolled in a handsome three
Good to be back on track
And to see us on a spree
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
The manager certainly had our backing
His name chanted between every score
For support he wasn’t lacking
From this unified hard-core
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
With each and every gesture
As he frolicked on the line
The Shed burst into song
That sent a tingle down his spine
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
An-to-ni-o, An-to-ni-o!
And such did he acknowledge
When pressed the next day
His partisanship with the crowd
Encouraging him to stay!
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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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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