Poems tagged ‘Liverpool FC’
Crowned at Anfield
Anfield roared, the banners flew
Spurs in town, the title due
For Ange, all this a boyhood dream
Now faced the might of Slot’s Red team
Solanke rose, the old ties strong
A headed goal, a jarring song
Yet Liverpool, with spirit bold
Refused to bend, refused to fold
Diaz danced and struck with fire
Mac Allister with a strike to admire
The corner teased, the winds did play
But Gakpo wrote his golden day
Through swirling breeze and sea of red
Salah flew and the back four fled
Cutting inside, a Kop end scream
That selfie sealed a lifelong dream
Udogie’s slip, the fifth went in
A rout, a race, a season’s win
Champions crowned with flair and grace
Anfield is a special place
Under Slot, the Reds grew tight
Brotherhood of fire and fight
Consistency is their beating heart
Each match a masterpiece of art
Spirit deep as rivers wide
They wore their badge with boundless pride
From August sun to April rain
They ruled the league and ruled again
Now history, with ink still wet,
Records etched they won’t forget
Liverpool — their season sung,
Forever fierce, forever young.
#thewanderinglondoner
emdad rahman
Liverpool – FA Cup winners 2022!
Chelsea 0-0 Liverpool
Liverpool win 6-5 on pens
Dogged Trent, Hendo, Mane
Salah hands Jota the wheel
Virgil off, but there’s Matip and Konate
Mentality monsters are real
Both sides do all but score
Relentless Diaz with the tricks
Time runs out on the dance floor
It’s all down to penalty kicks
Is there a more end to end nil nil?
Glory for which German Schnauzer?
Klopp’s pesky Reds so know the drill
It’s Tsimikas the Greek Scouser
Liverpool ain’t finished yet
Could still be four, or three
A season never to forget
And there’s still that trip to Paris
14 05 22
number7
© emdad rahman
Results
5 April, 1902
Scotland one
England one
Match unfinished
9 March, 1946
Bolton Wanderers nil
Stoke City nil
Bolton win two nil on aggregate
2 January, 1971
Rangers one
Celtic one
11 May, 1985
Bradford City nil
Lincoln City nil
Match abandoned after forty-two minutes
29 May, 1985
Juventus one
Liverpool nil
Juventus win the European Cup
15 April, 1989
Liverpool nil
Nottingham Forest nil
Match abandoned after five minutes
John Henry
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JOHN HENRY (with apologies to the folk song…)
When John Henry was a baby, sittin’ on his Daddy’s knee,
he held out a tiny red football, said
“Soccer’s goin’ to be the death of me, Lordy, lord,
soccer’s goin’ to be the death of me.”
John Henry told his Captain, “A man ain’t nothin’ but a man,
before I let that Prem. League beat me down
I will die with my dollars in my hands,
yes I will, die with my dollars in my hands.”
John Henry asked Barca’s Chairman, “Now, can we hear you sing?”
“We’ve got our Rebel 12, plans are confirmed,
we’ll soon see the crowds flock in —
and then you’ll hear those cash tills ring!”
John Henry took that Super League track with those 12 Euro clubs by his side,
but he left Jurgen Klöpp and the First Team squad
Walking Alone! — Hung out to dry!
Left in the dark — Hung out to dry…
John Henry tried to climb a mountain,
but the mountain was too high,
“Without the fans, it was not a viable plan,
All I can do is apologize —
You can see, I have tears in my eyes.”
The Legend That Is St John RIP
looking back
I realize I had the fortune
to see the legend that is St John
play many times
usually at ‘The Bridge’
but only ever once stood
on that fabled Kop
and that was by mistake
it happened
one auspicious Bank Holiday
when my good mate John and I
who’d hitched up from London
in snow and cold
having gone in in by the wrong gate*
found ourselves to be
the only two Blues fans
perched in that towering end
but so it was
and setting off early morning
from that misty M1 laybye
and taking in friendly drivers
and icy motorways
we made it just in time
for the Anfield clash with Chelsea
that freezing Boxing Day in 66
but what a welcome from Liverpool fans
for us and our ‘keeper Bonetti
and then it started the rhythmic clapping
“clap clap clap clap
clap clap -clap clap St John!”
and so it swelled around the ground
until linked with stamped feet to keep out the chill
it enveloped you totally
even if you followed another side
there was a jaunty and unmistakable
swagger and impishness about Ian
passion style and grit
but like Greavesie
his TV pundit partner to be
always a smile when he played
what a player and character though
“you mustn’t take yourself too seriously”
he once said
but when you played against him
St John was some handful
and you needed to be on your toes
because…relentless and creative
he’d flit in and out all game
like some annoying wasp
he was awesome as ever that day for the Reds
we’d gone up hoping to tie in a Cavern visit
but closed for the holidays it wasn’t to be
but the Mersey sound that filled our ears that day
She Loves You… Ee Aye Addio O and the rest
bellowed down from the mighty Kop
and we in our blue and white knitted scarves
were fair fodder and shared mince pies from
the ‘Pool fans amid their Christmas bonhomie
and when you stopped
I grew to love your often infuriating
but mad Saint & Greavesie show
you will be long missed Ian
an integral part of a great team in a great time
Champions relinquish crown
Liverpool 1-4 Man City
City triumph at Anfield
Last seen 2003
Goal fest after Gundogan
Skied his penalty
Gundogan amends
Four minutes after the break
Salah may have levelled
But the German drove the stake
Sterling makes it three
Foden has the net breaking
Alisson’s errors leave City
As champions in the making
07 02 21
number7
© emdad rahman
Seagulls take the points
Liverpool 0-1 Brighton
It’s three wins on the trot
With the Seagulls in good form
Potter’s boys handle it good
Cooking up a real storm
City have beaten Burnley
It’s three points we need
Still it is a surprise
When Brighton take the lead
City are seven clear
The visitors are on a roll
Phillips is unlucky in clearing
Alzate with the only goal
03 02 21
number7
© emdad rahman
Salah double sinks Hammers
West Ham 1-2 Liverpool
Mane out, Bobby on the bench
Klopp’s champs are back in the race
Redmen march on London
Mo Salah with an awesome brace
Liverpool with a ruthless lesson
Wijnaldum adds to the fun
Dawson with a consolation
End of West Ham’s winning run
Salah with a stunning finish
Caressing the loop from Shaqiri
A scintillating counter-attack
Class prod past Fabianski
31 01 21
number7
© emdad rahman
League leaders held at Anfield
Liverpool 0-0 Man Utd
It’s just like the old days
When United led from the top
Cautious on the offensive
They played intending to stop
Liverpool on the other hand
Struggled with fluency
Looking just a little jaded
Are that killer front three
No goals for three games
Yet Alisson was the catch
Foiling United a few times
He’s my man of the match
17 01 21
number7
© emdad rahman
Saints topple the champs
Southampton 1-0 Liverpool
It’s been over five hours
Saints failed to hit the board
With his old club in town
That man Ings just scored
Not a shot on target
Surely it would get better
But the Saints rearguard
Followed it to the letter
In the South Coast
We failed to get to grips
With three points dropped
Our rivals lick their lips
04 12 20
number7
© emdad rahman
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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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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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