Poems tagged ‘Denis Law’
Denis Law: The Granite King’s Game
From the granite city he rose, bold and fleet
A Scottish marvel, with skill so complete
In Aberdeen’s shadow, his story began
To rule the pitch as the Lawman
Under Shankly’s watchful and guiding eye
Four years at Huddersfield taught him to fly
It was time to move for Scotland’s pride
A record breaker when Torino signed
The “King of Old Trafford,” a title earned
Through passion and fire, his legend burned
Yet fate, so cruel, in a twist would deal
A backheel and United’s fate he’d seal
Honours adorned his illustrious name
A European Cup to crown his fame
Scotland’s goal king, a legacy declared
With King Kenny the throne was shared
Denis Law, a name carved in time
A football poet, a player sublime
Forever cherished in Scotland’s lore
The Granite King’s spirit endures evermore
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The Times That I Saw Denis Play
the way he’d glide majestic’lly
like some young whippet running free
who’d tear defences clean apart
in classic red the beating heart
of that great line up of the day
the times that I saw Denis play
a shimmy here a shimmy there
in mud and snow and ev’rywhere
when round-neck long-sleeved shirts came in
I even clutched my sleeves like him
and tried to swivel in his way
in ev’ry game I saw him play
a Chelsea fan still in my teens
United were my second team
and I recall the buzz and vibe
around the Bridge when he’d arrive
with Best and Bobby on the day
when Law would come to town to play
and I recall the journey up
to Old Trafford when in the Cup
it almost felt ok to lose
as Law ran rings around the Blues
and I’m just grateful to this day
for all the times I saw him play
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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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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