Poems tagged ‘Eintracht Frankfurt’
Hammers in Euro semi final.
Hammers in Euro semi final
Can this really be happening
A second instalment of 1976
West Ham, repeating history
Against Teutonic thoroughness
Eintracht Frankfurt, pinch us
Before we awake to the realisation
That fate has re-united us with
Our European Cup Winners Cup
Opponents of old, but this is
The new currency, the German
Euro rather than that daunting
Deutschmark that always seemed
To appreciate in value
Particularly when Bayern Munich
Were on song and Franz Beckenbauer
Held court in his royal empire
For the German national team
A domineering and controlling
Giant of a player, a monolith
Of a centre half
But tonight the claret and blue
Toppled the team that took its
Baton and cue from the current
World Champions
A stunning victory for East End,
Vitality and dogged defiance
Squires of their manor
Country estate landowners
Of the London Stadium stately pile
A night to treasure in France
The natives will be more than restless
The Bastille has been conquered
No more days to celebrate
Savoir faire or Tour De France
Heroes and swaggering strollers
Lyon are ancient history
Dawson breaks down the French
Hysteria and then finds
A wall of Lyon silence
Their supporters open mouthed
Then Bowen finds another bullseye
And wins a caravan for his troubles
Super, smashing
But seriously these are rose
Complexioned days, flair and
Fantasy incarnate, claret and blue disbelief
Astonishment in eyes of those
Who can hardly believe that 46 years
After the night when Frankfurt came
To the Upton Park mud and divots
Sir Trev and Keith Robson with miracles
In their feet would dismantle German
Hubris and presumption, Frankfurt beaten
But then as if by magic it came to pass that
Now Rice could be sprinkled liberally
And joyously over German centres of
Command, the shot of a man
Whose England credentials are set in stone
Another crucial goal
Oh what a night when the Irons
Found their way in France
To unlock the bolt of the Lyon
Castle that may haunt them
For years to come
Surely you’re dreaming
West Ham in a European
Semi final against a mirror
Image of 76 when Johnny
Was far from rotten
And punk screamed from
Its boisterous cot.
Eintracht Frankfurt
Surely not, will somebody
Nudge the devoted
Hordes who follow
Through thick and thin
This could be our moment
In the claret and blue sun
Bubbles will never burst
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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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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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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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