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Poems tagged ‘Chelsea Football Club’

The Cat – Peter Bonetti: 1941- 2020

Emdad Rahman

Sunday, April 12th, 2020

Second only to Chopper Harris
In Chelsea playing games
Edged on clean sheets by Petr Cech
Some of the clubs greatest names

A part of the World Cup-winning squad
Bonetti didn’t get to stand on the line
He learnt from the Banks of England
A belated winners medal in 2009

Golden career spanning three decades
Always a cool head, smile and chat
Covid-19 may restrict our lives
But we still pay tribute to the Cat

12th April 2020

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© emdad rahman

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Whizzo

Apollo Gees

Friday, July 19th, 2019

To the tune of: Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Got myself a DNA test
Needles, jabs an’ swabs an’ bed rest

Dum da da dum, dum da da dum

Waiting for a doc to come see me
Could be driving a pick-up or a Humvee

Dum da da dum, dum da da dum

He tells me that I bleed blue for Chelsea
So plain to see in 3D

Dumb da da dumb, dumb da da dumb

Could’ve told him that for nuffink
Been doin that my whole life long
Versifying in memoire an’ life song
Bullin’ for dem Blue boyz
Been doin’ that since my first toys
Join in wiv all that Shed noise
Supportin’ wiv purpose – an’ poise

Dum da da dum, dum da da dum

“Wherever you may be” & “carefree”
Follow Harding Stand and emcee
Up the Kings Road, go sightsee
Know ev’ry name, even trainee
Keepin’ at the ready, level best as I could be…
Now it’s all about Super Frank and his Chelsea…..

Will he bring success? Under duress? We’ll have to wait – an’ see
But all the signs are there, that we’ll share, wiv much joy – an’ glee!

Dum da da dum, dum da da dum

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Boss goss

Clik The Mouse

Tuesday, June 11th, 2019

As I write
of Chelsea’s plight
the Beeb I cite
tittle-tattle trite:

It could be Sarri out
Santo in

But what would make me grin
Is a dream team – that could make us Champs:
Holland; Jody; and Lamps

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A win on the rim (of Europe)

Clik The Mouse

Thursday, May 30th, 2019

So where was the value, in last night’s victory?
Ok yes, another trophy
Another cache of millions, in prize-money
A three goal cushion
Bragging rights over North London rivals
And the delight in denying them a Champions League spot

But in the numinous sense?
Have we lost the plot?
The match played out
In a soul-less stadium
In front of barely any true-fans
And those that were there
Had to make outlandish plans
We wanted a Ryanair romp, in all our pomp
But had to trek, to a far outpost of quasi-Europe

We should have been talking about
Glory days, bright futures
Transfers in, transfers out
Loans sealed, or repealed
And whatever happened, to Izzy Brown?
Instead, all the chatter on soshe
Is about back handers and brown envelopes
Of Blatter’s boots
Being filled by others in cahoots

And where’s the value, with a 3 goal gap and 3 minutes to go
In subbing on the un-zippy Zappacosta?
Why not reward the Young Player of the Year, Conor Gallagher?
Why not brighten up with Ampadu?
Or blood McEachran or Cumming?
Thoughts to occupy the mind
On the way back from Baku, when serially thumbing!

And how can we truly celebrate
When everyone’s favourite son, is setting sail?
All in all, it’s a sad tale
And for those in the know
Football could be heading in a direction
Where no-one wants to go

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wee Salty

Clik The Mouse

Thursday, May 23rd, 2019

It’s always interesting
A National team appointment, north of the Border
Bringing with it, huge potential for disorder
For there’s always a focus, the ask: Blue or Green?
Or been down South, lately, or since teen?

But for once
I believe they have chosen shrewdly
They’ll improve all round, without turning crudely
We’ve seen his quality, for he’s a canny lad
Exceptional at the Bridge, the best full-back to be had

And his coaching, was quality too
Totally improving, the prized Chelsea crew
It’s not often, that the Scots will all concur
To back someone of Salty burr

But I confidently predict:
Chanting soon, to roll around Hampden Park:
“There’s only wan Stevie Clarke!”

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CFC, AFC, LFC, THFC

Clik The Mouse

Friday, May 10th, 2019

Teresa May, she knew
that Brexit would prove problematic
in the EU

but Brexit
is absolutely NOT happening
in UEFA

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Deadline Day Aug 2018

Clik The Mouse

Thursday, August 9th, 2018

Bakayoko sent to Coventry!
Oh yes, my dream has come true
For I hate to see any waster
Turning out in my beloved Royal Blue

Alas and alack
It turns out to be Walsall’s Amadou
And not our Tiemou slacker
As part of this deadline day ballyhoo

Though he may yet depart
For we hear he could be Milan bound
Leaving on a jet plane
If the money for a loan can be found

Good riddance say I
And welcome to Kepa the Keeper
I know nothing about him, but at £71m
He’d better be a leaper!

Another worrisome thought:
Kovacic is our second incoming defensive mid
It’s bothering me that
Kante could be gone if PSG bid!

And oh! If only someone would take Morata
For him I’d easily accept a penny
Yet even at that price, would there be any takers?
I’ll confidently bet you – not many!

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19/05/2018: A Hat-trick of Harry’s!

Clik The Mouse

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2018

I’m pacing the floor
cos I don’t know the score
and I’m trying to avoid
how they deployed
I’ve turned off my phone
with its certain ringtone *

and all because….

It’s FA Cup Final day
and my team are on the red carpet….

yet – I’m not there

mitigation 1 : I’m overseas
mitigation 2 : couldn’t get a ticket

and even if I did
I’d be on a sticky wicket
‘cos I’m in a household full of exams
and I function primarily
as Dad’s taxi
(so for once, I feel full-on wanted and required –
won’t be long before that feeling’s expired!)

But there’s more…
I didn’t watch it live!….
I didn’t connive
to be “dahn de pub, wiv mates”
enjoying debates
of who’s deserving of admiration
or who should be hooked
before they’re booked
or overcooked….

No
I went hiking
‘cos I’m liking
that my battered ol’ bod
can still function up and down
through Irish bog and trail
and though twist and turn might fail
hill walking
can have me chalking
17km –
that’s maybe more than those on Wembley’s hallowed turf?
Who knows?
I didn’t even surf
the net
to find out who or when
upset
Reds or Blues.
Quick change of shoes –
but still, even tho’ I could’ve
and should’ve
I bypassed Wembley’s tremblies
and shuttled out to another real live match

natch

not even soccer…..
footy yes
but a different code
of Irish abode
and my local club **
decimated
by exam fever
still pulled the lever
and revved
ahead by a few points
only to be pulled back
to an honourable draw

at this point in time
Wembley was probably empty
and so home I traipsed
and still
no catching up with the recording….
instead:
Graham Norton
Gogglebox
Mrs Brown’s Boys…..
all noise
of my wife’s choosing
and I’ve seriously no knowledge
of winning or losing
under what is: the longest single span roof structure in the world….

which ribbons were unfurled?
I’m still none the wiser
holding out
for my boy to join me ***
to watch
and cower together
as Chelsea hopefully go hell for leather….

and then it dawns…

he probably already knows
as he’s in front of Ed Sheeran
and the Knorr-folk strummer
has probably broadcast out to the crowd
as to whether Red or Blue triumphed…
and I’m laughing, ‘cos
I’m venting this
this toad of an ode
on a piece of random paper
that details the caper
of how to get
to Ed’s zedfest –
a map of the park
where he’ll finish in the dark…

and that is exactly where I am!
even as I write
and yes
this must be the most sh…
match report

but do I win kudos
for not having to resort….

to that

    other

Match of the Day?!?!? ****

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Ray Wilkins 1956 – 2018

Emdad Rahman

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

At the tender age of eighteen
Stamford Bridge he made his mark
The boy did ‘dangerously well’
A class act on and off the park

Deft touches and radar passes
Is how we’ll celebrate Ray
That lob and chip against Belgique
Elegant and masterful play

An FA Cup final curler
Ray rocked the mic at Wembley
He valued the small people
The cleaner, the fan, the trainee

Old Firm stunner for that Ibrox hero
Today he’d be England’s Pirlo
Leggenda Rossonera
Ciao Ray from the San Siro

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©emdad rahman

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Ray Wilkins RIP

Clik The Mouse

Wednesday, April 4th, 2018

Ray
you brightened up the Bridge
you became our Prince
once the “King” had departed
and you controlled games
in a way we’d never seen.

you gave us hope
where there was none
and all throughout your reign
you brought a sense of fun

you had bullets in your boots
and subtlety in your soul
you influenced other ways
than route one to goal

we saw the very best of you
Captain in your teens
you had to carry brother Graham
who didn’t share your genes

not everyone was enamoured
some thought you rather drab
and cruelly at Old Trafford
they nicknamed you the “crab”

you were more suited to Milan
it was much more to your style
they appreciated the keep-ball
the precision and the guile

you were our Bobby Moore
suave, sophisticated and chic
our memory banks will bulge
when we recall you at your peak

time now to dry our eyes
for all the tears that we’ve “Shed”
for you’re truly missed already
by every Blue and every Red

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