Poems tagged ‘France. Maroc. Kylian Mbappe. Sofran Amrabat. World Cup.’
Jumped Up, Outta The Chair…
Colourful expletives pierced the air
After witnessing a scene said, geezer write…
Reminded of committed halcyon days
A sly dig in the ribs, a clump, affrays
Agin a whizz-kid, HP boots chalk dusted white.
Not exactly blessed with bags o’ pace
Our Dominic put his-self about the place
Pinching, tugging, pulling hair, that sort of thing
Some whizz-kid haring it down the wing
Might stumble and find our Dom atop o’ him
Making out the whizz-kid clipped him on the shin.
I’ve seen two flying fools sent off
Plus, a stiff upper lipped, fleet footed toff
Promise when the game was done, he’d do Dom in
“Is that right Tarq, ain’t looking quite so smug
Go on, do one, take that early bath, you mug
Now it’s us v ten Tarq, who d’you think will win?”.
Then, there’s the full-on quarter-final in the cup
Where, tis fair to say our London-Irish blood was up
After Dominic lost two teeth in a melee by their goal
Mind you the three other kids, looked ten times worse
They had to go find a dentist, a doctor and his nurse
A scene in which Dominic’s big sister played a role.
All these little vignettes I’ve described
I suppose should be let be, or cast aside
As part and parcel of what’s called competitive sport
Said vignettes sat in the dressing-room of my mind
Clearly undisturbed for quite some time
Truth is…I never gave a single one of them a thought.
Until, this whizz-kids toeing it down the wing
Into acres o’pseudo green, partisans screaming at him
The coveted Golden Chalice gleams within their grasp
The Flying Frenchmen doesn’t quite reach his destination
Cos a Moroccan locomotive without a moment’s hesitation
Brings him crashing down on his derrière, a nation gasps.
Odds on a a bone got cracked?
Or The Flying Frenchman’s ankle snapped?
As a deaf bloke, even I heard something give
A quick burst o’ spray, a glug o’ Perrier
Les Bleus lead their talisman on to the field o’play
Shaking hands with a passing Maroc as he did.
No theatricals, idle threats or slurs get caste
A breathtaking memory from a match played in Qatar
Reminds me how the beautiful game has changed its tack
Today, a committed tackle, is as rare as false teeth on a hen
Which explains why, watching this pair o’ fine young men
Get right stuck in, I jumped up, outta the chair taken aback.
Peace.
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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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