Poems tagged ‘Footie With Dad’
Remembering Georgie Best
My dad never held me as a child
In all the family photo’s it’s Mum holding me
Dad with his arm around her looking on
In one picture he’s looking down at me
I’m tiny just a few days old
With an expression of utter wonder
But always Mum holding, always Dad looking
I loved my Dad
I know you’re supposed to, he’s your Dad
But I would have anyway
He was a large quiet man with large quiet hands
A seemingly bottomless well of patience
And a slow considered way of speaking
Which made people want to listen
He’d come home from work and pick Mum up
Swinging her around and nuzzling her neck
So that she’d go red, squeal and giggle
He’d wink at me over her shoulder
And sometimes on his way to clean up for dinner
He’d ruffle my hair as he passed
But Dad never held me as a child
He took me to the football
I wasn’t really interested in football
But it was the first thing we’d done together just us
So I went along quite happily
It was full of more large men in large scratchy coats
Smelling of cigarettes and beer
And inexplicably when it rained of wet dog
Then our team scored and the magic happened
My dad held me
He threw his arms around me and swung me around
Not playfully like he did with Mum
But wildly his face alight with a kind of primal joy
Thumping me on the back and howling
All the while jumping up and down
After that I loved football
Every goal was like a sacrament
Some lean seasons coming around about as often as holy days
Or so it seemed to me
As I grew older and Dad grew smaller
There was less lifting and swinging
But the hugs and pats and untrammelled joy never lessened
After I left home and moved away
Watching my football in foreign parts among strangers
Each goal still lifted my heart a little even on the darkest days
Like a phantom hug from a distant father
And when I was home for Christmas we’d head down to the crumbling church
With its concrete pews surrounding it’s muddy rectangular altar
And renew our vows the only way we knew how
I loved my Dad and he loved me and I love football
For allowing that love a physical expression
I might otherwise have never known
Toward the end when Dad didn’t remember me
He could still remember Georgie Best and I didn’t mind
He used to say that he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen
Apart from my Mum
I loved my Dad and he loved me
But I’ll hold my son every chance I get
And tell him he’s loved to the point where it’s embarrassing
I’ll take him to the football when he’s old enough
And the hugs might be a little bit harder
When we’ve just scored a goal
And his Grandad joins in
Footie with Dad
Footie with Dad
When I was a toddler, I was good never bad,
All I ever thought of, was going to footie with dad.
But I was very poorly, and my mum was so sad,
She could see all I wanted, was to go to footie with dad.
Lots of dads go to the game, every week, with their lad,
And I often dreamed of going footie with dad.
I always knew that when I got better, I’d be glad,
Because then I’d be strong enough, to go to footie with dad.
Then came the day I felt better, the best I ever had,
My dreams all came true, and I went to the footie with dad.
Our team lost the game, but I was happy not sad,
All that mattered to me, was being at footie with dad.
So, if you’re born poorly, don’t get angry or mad,
Just keep your focus on going, to footie with dad.
Or even going to footie, with mum, gran or grandad,
But for me it’s the best, going to footie with dad.
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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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23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
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20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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