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.
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
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
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.
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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
number7
© emdad rahman
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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
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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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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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