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Poems tagged ‘Childhood Memories’

Shoot magazine

There was a time when football mags
Fixtures and ladders and then the tags
Needed literature of the finest words
Thursday mornings with those serenading birds
It was Shoot for all seasons
For no particular reasons
Kevin Keegan, Gordon Hill
And then we paid quite happily
At the newsagents till
Articles without the overkill
FA Cup, League Cup and
The Football League
No room for reading fatigue
Shoot was our weekly football
Pleasure when the game seemed
Full of the Saturday treasure
And leisure
Shoot catering for the
1970s age
When Brian Clough seemed the
Ultimate sage
Then Marc Bolan, Sweet and Mud
But we simply chewed the football cud
As Big Mal with fedora, cigar and hat
And then Geoff Boycott gave us
The intelligent bat
Never flat
We had the Don at Leeds
Bill Shankly with spellbinding ease
Joe Harvey at Newcastle poker faced
Football boots heavy and tightly laced
Bill Mcgarry firm but fair
Then sullen with the wear and tear
Of the old First Division’s hoi polloi
Fear not, Bill you’ll never annoy
Since Wolves had the Doog, John Richards
Mike Bailey too
When he signed for Wolves
A significant coup
And so we rushed out on Thursday morn
When the new Shoot was about to be born
The new Gerry Francis column
Rise to the levity and above the solemn
Two points for a win and a point for
The draw
Clearly without flaw
Shoot captured the Beautiful Game
In its halcyon flame
When pitches resembled
Cabbage patches
Half time in alphabet
Letters, then classic matches
We delighted in Marsh, Bell
And Lee
Oh positive glee
Cooke, Osgood and Micky Droy
Unadulterated joy
Sammy Mcilroy, Lou Macari
And Poncho Pearson too
Then Steve Coppell
Flew with a trajectory into far off lands
A winger in capable hands
When wingers and midfielders
Became outfielders
Were always available in space
Beating for devastating pace
Full backs, not wing backs
Centre halves delivering
Brutal hacks
But football was our reading matter
Amid the terrace chatter
Then fanzines, blogs, phone in banter
Never tedious but meant to flatter
Those whose drag backs and stepovers
Over but never cricket overs
Devious tricks and flicks
Were the province of Shoot
Fingers on the pulse of a point
That was moot
We read about the exploits of Latchford,
Trevor Whymark, Clive Woods
Ipswich under Sir Bobby
A force for goods
In Suffolk fens
Over hills, valleys, fields and glens
Villa had Brian Little, Gary Shaw,
At Villa Park, never a mundane bore
Dennis Mortimer and rich picking
Boxes we were ticking
For all
Then we proceeded to hit
Fearsome volleys against our
Parents wall
Shoot magazine our football fix and fun
Goals rained down by the ton
Addicted to its weekly diet of League ladders
Offsides that always left us madder and madder
And then football gossip, the ups and downs
None of us betrayed any frowns
Of the promoted elite
Setbacks, then Cup Finals galore
According to the law
Lifting the old First Division trophy
Always noteworthy
Shoot, faithfully by our side
The hustle, bustle the emotional
Roller coaster ride
Never disappointing the literary lions
Of Hill, Keegan and Francis
When Shoot sold in millions
Footballers still to achieve
Their cosseted billions
Shoot though had to be our mag of choice
We had to rejoice
With rich cadences of resounding
Voices.

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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

 

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Touchline Shouting

Touchline shouting, that’s all I ever hear,
I’m so confused and filled with fear.
I’m only ten years old and football should be fun,
But with all this noise I don’t know which way to run.
“Get back in defence!” my manager shouts.
Dad shouts, “Get up front and deal with these louts!”
Loud mouth supporter, who knows all the rules.
(He takes the rest of us for fools)
Shouts, “What are you doing lad? Your head’s in a spin!”
Is it any surprise, with all this din?

I am only a boy, so why do you all try to destroy, what I’d love to enjoy?

FOOTBALL SHOULD BE FUN!

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© Simon Icke

 

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Grass Roots

‘66, I missed it altogether
couldn’t see past my mother’s womb
although at some point in the second half
I attempted to

kick my way out

War and Peace on the floor, never mind
England’s glory repeated
in black and white clips after Play for Today
we rarely heard the end of how

Mum never found her place again.

Shoot for the moon, Dad told me in ‘74
when he got me a ball, goals made
from surplus netting, wooden canes
and hey there, Georgie geh’l,
watch where yer headin’

one strike and out of bounds

next door’s freshly watered mud-patch
clod-hopper boots and my sky-blue ball
hoed-out, it emerged
smutted, smeared
and through a straggle of weeds

the old man’s face

hole in his sweater the size of his green
furred-up mouth, head back, chortling,
So you think you can be the best?

Catch this!

Slow, quick, quick, quick, quick, slow
and through the air, a spinning globe,
a planet… Earth.

It slipped through my fingers.

Georgie, Georgie girl, reaching up
pinning posters to the wall
and just for a moment believing
she too had the world at her feet.

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Champions wrap up historic season

Newcastle 1-3 Liverpool

Steve Bruce will breath easy
We were kind to the big Geordie
Rapier like seeking 99 points
It’s the biggest in our history

We even had a party pooper
Dwight Gayle after half a minute
26 seconds, Virg and Origi hit back
They just don’t know when to quit

Champions League and then the Title
Matching the 1981 vintage side
Mane rounds it off for 3-1
We may never ever witness such a ride

26 07 20

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The Ghost Derby

Everton 0-0 Liverpool

Live games return to Merseyside
Football without fans is nothing
Moise Kean’s cameo the highlight
Minus Salah the Reds lack sting

Contemplation for those we’ve lost
All present are taking the knee
Proclaiming “Black Lives Matter!”
United at the ghost derby

Richarlison thunders the strikers mosaic
The Goodison star strikers screen
Into the Gwladys Street upper tier
Nearly took Dixie Dean out clean

21 06 20

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Bobby seals it late at Plucky Palace

Crystal Palace 1-2 Liverpool

Tomkins with a goal ruled out
But V. A. R sat and saw
Mane’s goal cancelled out
It seemed Zaha had rescued a draw

Liverpool on a record run
The Red Army continue to plow
Thirty games unbeaten
Dropping only two points till now

Bobby Firmino scores a late winner
‘Twas a hard fought win indeed
Klopp’s men leave Selhurst Park
Maintaining that eight point lead

23 11 19

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Ruthless Reds rule the roost

Liverpool 3-1 Man City

City come out the cages fast
Lovren has Aguero in the pocket
Two handballs and the Reds break fast
Fabinho smashes a rocket

Salah lifts the lid of Anfield
It’s Liverpool adapting to the play
Hendo aims for the far post
For a killer third from Super Mane

When Silva makes it 3-1
Klopp and the Kop are no soft touch
Liverpool, Liverpool top of the League
From Pep it’s “thank you so much!”

10 11 19

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Valiant Villa seen off late

Aston Villa 1-2 Liverpool

Trezeguet did the trick
From McGinn’s free-kick
The Reds all over the shop

Robbo and Mane each a header
It was cruel on the Villa
We’ve a six point lead at the top

02 11 19

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Fiery Foxes outfought

Liverpool 2-1 Leicester

It was late, so very late
Maddison, then Milner’s penalty
Liverpool nick it at the death
Injury time win over Leicester City

Brendan returned to Anfield
His Foxes burrowed a hole
Mane sets a new Reds benchmark
With a 50th top flight goal

Albrighton brings down Mane
VAR said it wasn’t fair
Klopp celebrates wildly
Rodgers turns away in despair

05 10 19

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