Poems tagged ‘FA Cup semi final’
FA Cup semi final weekend
So here we are on the verge
Of vibrancy and vivacity
Monumental triumph
Epic victory
It’s FA Cup semi final weekend
Could it be Forest
Foraging among the chaotic profusion
Of thousands of grand, imposing beech
Trees, tangled branches and twigs
The dancing shadows of delightful
Springtime?
Those nippy grey and brown squirrels
With a lightning turn of pace
On the left and right wing
No VAR required for them
Nuno Espirito Santo
On the threshold of being
Awarded the Freedom of Nottingham
Longing, yearning to create
Modern history for Nottingham Forest
Where Cloughie, the great Brian
Narrowly missed out in 1991
When Gazza imploded, exploded
Then self destructed
It could be the year
Of Nottingham Forest
Fallow Forest
No FA Cups in their
Trophy cabinet
Since 1959 when
The Hatters of Luton
Were denied their
Smartest boater of glory
Or will Manchester City
Salvage something from the
Charred ruins of their season?
No Premier League crowns
This time, sadly not
But then some would take
A warped delight if Forest
Punctured City’s balloon
Meanwhile at the Palace
Among the wealthy chaise longues,
Noble paintings and gilded mirrors
And lavish banqueting suites
Of Selhurst Park
Oliver Glasner will be told
About the legendary figures
From South London’s yesteryear
Terry Venners Venables
Cheeky wink to
All and sundry
Fedora fancy dan
Big Mal
Malcolm Allison
Bert Head with
With that shrewd mind
Crystal Palace
Always rubbing shoulders
With footballing royalty
But nothing to show
In history’s yellowing parchments
Can Palace finally lift
The jug eared trophy
Kings of the FA Cup
Take a bow on the lofty balcony?
Or will the charming Villa
Finally get their hands on
an FA Cup for the first time
Since 1957
The Villains becoming
Valiant heroes
We were still travelling on
Trolley buses and trams
When Aston Villa were decorating
The town claret and blue
But Villa were the Victorian landlords
At the first born
Of Football League’s youngest days
Serial winners of everything
Will Villa turn the clock
Back to the straight faced
Straight laced
Lugubrious Ron Saunders
Grabbed both the old First Division title?
And then when Tony Barton
Converted Villa into European Champions
Peter Withe’s swooping head in 1982
Claiming the big prize
Remembered for ever more
But Villa are a match away
From another Wembley
FA Cup Final
It’s 25 years since Chelsea
Did it over and over again
And Villa were left with
Nothing but whitewashed memories
Oh the FA Cup semi final,
One more match to go
Before we climb aboard
Our coaches, dust down
The banners, the funny,
Quirky flags and the
Hilarious witticisms
Of FA Cup Final day
World of Sport and Grandstand
It used to be a Saturday TV goldmine
Now just condemned to a dusty archive
Let the Cup semi finals
Sprinkle stardust over
That Final day in May
When Abide with Me
We celebrate with
Garlanded tea
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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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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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