Poems tagged ‘Gian-Luca Vialli. Chelsea Football Club. Short story.’
A Fine Bromance.
Picture The Scene. Sloane Street. London. 10-52…
An empty sherbet, flagged down by a bald good-looking bloke,
Says, clearly desperate to get his derriere up and on the go,
“Driver, please take me to The Chelsea Arts Club a.s.a.p.
and could you do so on the hurry-up, before closing, please?”,
This is very much mission-far-from impossible in the cabby’s eyes
The Arts Club being no more than half a mile as the pigeon flies’
Said cabby instantly recognises Luca Vialli, as his fare sat in the back
Chelsea footballer, South West London icon, amore o’ the chaps.
For the first time in 33 years of driving around London streets
The cabby finds himself a gibbering star-struck eejit telling Mr V
How much he loves him, as his sherbet’s haring down the road
Reminiscing on the previous season’s, stunning Old Trafford goal.
Pulling up outside The Arts Club, B.A jumps out of his seat
Opens the passenger door for Luca, a rare if ever cabby feat
Refusing the jacks showing on the clock, is this a joke or what?
“Overcome by the emotion of the moment son?”, B.A later scoffs.
Despite closing time approaching, without taking time to blink
Vialli Thanks and hugs B.A, then disappears to grab a tiddly wink
Leaving B.A star-stuck on the pavement, loving his amore even more
Leaning shell-shocked against his sherbet, jaw down on the floor.
All of which beyond all doubt shows the class and quality of The Man
Fun loving, living life to the full, but taking time out to leave a fan
Especially working people, and this mate o’ mine, feeling like a King
What a mensch, what a life, and what a blinding strike struck in.
Driving starry-eyed, along the Fulham Road, en route to South Ken
A poignant Old Trafford memory, as if on cue comes purring back again…
“When that ball hit the deck, in the back o’ The Old Trafford net
On a night, none of us Blues will ever forget…That’s Vialli”.
Pace.
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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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