Poems tagged ‘Manchester United win the FA Cup again’
Manchester United win the FA Cup
For 1948 read 1977
And so many years in
Between and betwixt
Manchester United
The 20th century
Footballing National Anthem
Yesterday FA Cup winners
Legendary personified
In a million lines
Of literary sonnets,
Stanzas of Northern eloquence
From Johnny Carey to Sir Matt Busby
Noel Cantwell and Frank O’Farrell,
Dave Sexton and Tommy Doc too
They came and conquered
Stooping for a while
But yesterday Eric
Found his inner Keats
United lionised and exalted
Throughout the global expanse
Red Devils alliance
FA Cups from yesteryear
Won and lost
Throughout the ages of innocence
When life was young and old
Still sweet always
United steal City’s thunder
Revenge is the perfect riposte
Take that City on the chin
How dare you attack our supremacy?
For three seasons
Since Sir Alex sat
In his princely seat
Overseeing his successors
With pensive poise
But approving eyes
Fergie always knew best
And yet Eric Ten Haag
Finally cracked the
Indecipherable code
The vice like grip
That remarkable dominance
Of football’s
Premier League powerbase
Garnacho, Manoo,
Marcus Rashford one of
United’s own
Scott Mctominay
Steering the ship
Navigating choppy waters
Throughout a season
Of United’s raging storms
Bruno Fernandes
It had to be his Portuegese
Master class of midfield
Art installations
Attacking with forthright
Statements of the sublime
First Garnacho strikes
Like a panther
After breathless diagonal
Sent City into colossal
Consternation, too many
Passes from the back
Confusion and then
Lose their bearings
Garnacho sings at the
Highest key and chord
1-0 United
It’s just heaven sent
This is the time
Their year
Suddenly the years
Roll back to Sir Matt’s
Rolls Royce years
Of magical fairy tales
That always came true
Yesterday United save
Their troubled woes
During a season that
Somehow escaped them
Kobe Mainoo
Young and exceptional
Passes the ball
Into the net
From multi coloured
Kaleidoscope of passes
A dazzling revelation
Of cultured communication
Like a string of pearls
Winking and blinking
A carnival of triumphalism
Even City’s late consolation
Goal from Doku
Couldn’t hold back the red
Waves lapping onto the shore
Where daintiness and delicacy
Once crowned City’s football
Yesterday it was all about
Manchester United
This one was for Sir Bobby
We’ll never forget you
Denis who never laid down the Law
Monarch of six yard penalty areas
George indisputably the best
Slinky, willowy, elusive
Catch him if you could
Paddy Crerand, solid
The rock of Old Trafford
United win the FA Cup again
It sounded like a
Summertime melody that
Always made us feel good
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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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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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