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Poems tagged ‘FA Cup’

19/05/2018: A Hat-trick of Harry’s!

Clik The Mouse

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2018

I’m pacing the floor
cos I don’t know the score
and I’m trying to avoid
how they deployed
I’ve turned off my phone
with its certain ringtone *

and all because….

It’s FA Cup Final day
and my team are on the red carpet….

yet – I’m not there

mitigation 1 : I’m overseas
mitigation 2 : couldn’t get a ticket

and even if I did
I’d be on a sticky wicket
‘cos I’m in a household full of exams
and I function primarily
as Dad’s taxi
(so for once, I feel full-on wanted and required –
won’t be long before that feeling’s expired!)

But there’s more…
I didn’t watch it live!….
I didn’t connive
to be “dahn de pub, wiv mates”
enjoying debates
of who’s deserving of admiration
or who should be hooked
before they’re booked
or overcooked….

No
I went hiking
‘cos I’m liking
that my battered ol’ bod
can still function up and down
through Irish bog and trail
and though twist and turn might fail
hill walking
can have me chalking
17km –
that’s maybe more than those on Wembley’s hallowed turf?
Who knows?
I didn’t even surf
the net
to find out who or when
upset
Reds or Blues.
Quick change of shoes –
but still, even tho’ I could’ve
and should’ve
I bypassed Wembley’s tremblies
and shuttled out to another real live match

natch

not even soccer…..
footy yes
but a different code
of Irish abode
and my local club **
decimated
by exam fever
still pulled the lever
and revved
ahead by a few points
only to be pulled back
to an honourable draw

at this point in time
Wembley was probably empty
and so home I traipsed
and still
no catching up with the recording….
instead:
Graham Norton
Gogglebox
Mrs Brown’s Boys…..
all noise
of my wife’s choosing
and I’ve seriously no knowledge
of winning or losing
under what is: the longest single span roof structure in the world….

which ribbons were unfurled?
I’m still none the wiser
holding out
for my boy to join me ***
to watch
and cower together
as Chelsea hopefully go hell for leather….

and then it dawns…

he probably already knows
as he’s in front of Ed Sheeran
and the Knorr-folk strummer
has probably broadcast out to the crowd
as to whether Red or Blue triumphed…
and I’m laughing, ‘cos
I’m venting this
this toad of an ode
on a piece of random paper
that details the caper
of how to get
to Ed’s zedfest –
a map of the park
where he’ll finish in the dark…

and that is exactly where I am!
even as I write
and yes
this must be the most sh…
match report

but do I win kudos
for not having to resort….

to that

    other

Match of the Day?!?!? ****

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Ray Wilkins 1956 – 2018

Emdad Rahman

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

At the tender age of eighteen
Stamford Bridge he made his mark
The boy did ‘dangerously well’
A class act on and off the park

Deft touches and radar passes
Is how we’ll celebrate Ray
That lob and chip against Belgique
Elegant and masterful play

An FA Cup final curler
Ray rocked the mic at Wembley
He valued the small people
The cleaner, the fan, the trainee

Old Firm stunner for that Ibrox hero
Today he’d be England’s Pirlo
Leggenda Rossonera
Ciao Ray from the San Siro

number7
©emdad rahman

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March 4th, First Defeat of The Year

Bradford Middleton

Saturday, March 11th, 2017

MARCH 4TH, FIRST DEFEAT OF THE YEAR

Millwall lost this morning
For the first time in 17 since
We went to Walsall all the way
Back in December

Fortunately it was only on
My radio, naturally Saturday
Mornings’ Danny Baker
Sausage sandwich game

We were trampled underfoot
By a junior under 11 team but
Then we never win
Not on that show

This afternoon I’ll take the 3 points
One-nil will do and promotion as
Champions and of course FA Cup
Winners

As next week it is Spurs and
I can smell their fear knowing
We ain’t conceded even a goal
For 11 whole games

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White Hot

Dennis Swift

Tuesday, January 31st, 2017

We shall never forget that January night
When Bolton fans turned Anfield white
A display by our team that tore Liverpool apart
The memories that still pull the strings of my heart
David Lee precise with his execution of speed
Crossed the ball for McGinley to head Bolton into the lead
The Wanderers fans were delirious behind that goal
As they saw their side take full control
Liverpool by now where were well second best
To a lower league side who continuously pressed
David Lee and Bolton missed chances galore
As the wanderers threatened to score many more
With Liverpool looking a well beaten side
Another Wanderers goal could not be denied
Super John broke free on the right
He crossed for Andy Walker to head Liverpool out of sight.
So twenty seven years later a repeat of that game
Where the squad of today will attempt to emulate that fame
Thanks for the memories they will never be forgot
That picture said it all simply WHITE HOT.

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