Poems tagged ‘Norwich City’
Norwich City’s Saviour
We turned up for the dance, but we didn’t stand a chance.
We leaked ‘em like a sieve, then lost the will to live.
We’re going down again, our season was so lame,
We hardly had a shot, and we’re worst of the lot!
We’re up then down then up, and then we get beat up,
We’re down then up then down, we’re worse than Ipswich Town.
Delia she cooked our goose, the goose ran out of juice.
The faithful at the Carra, bid the PL ‘Sayonara’.
We need a saviour now, someone to man the prow,
Not like the bone-saw boys, the sport washing cowboys,
Just someone warm and kind, maybe a little blind.
We need a big investor, maybe just like Leicester.
So Saviour, where you be, just take us on your knee,
No need to be so wary, we’re just cute green Canaries,
We want a little dosh, so Watford may we squash
O please O please O please, we’re begging on our knees.
Season 2019/2020 – Missing Presumed Lost
Days stretched into weeks
No football, at all
Football is just a game, say those who don’t get it
To us, it’s all we’ve ever known
the centre of everything we’ve planned
Friendlies, cup, home and away,
Life on the calender was H A AHA HAA – not laughing any more
it’s all H H H H H H H H H home home home
no win situation, no draw
just loss (no change there then Norwich City fans)
Stay home – easy when we’ve got live football on TV – but now?
It’s a contact sport, being a football fan
We know each other, every child, woman and man
Some fans, we know by name
Others are ‘the man on the end of the row’ (yeah, catchy)
or the bloke who sits behind Peter
but now they’re all absent friends
The people you used to work with
The one you talk Only Connect with
Old neighbours you sometimes bump into
Not-quite-strangers give you a nod, or a wave
Others you look out for, to give them space to cross your path
With their age, their crutches or frame
It’s football – of course they still came
The one with a glowering, granite face who taunts the ref
But when we score it’s like dawn breaking
Beaming, he hugs two rows, but, first, his dad
People from down our road
fellow sardines on the 1.15pm train
Those we went to school with
the ones who share our load
Good to see you, all right mate
How’s the missus, take care
People no longer here, in this life
Still always in the crowd
Yeah, course we’re all hooligans to some
But there’s only love here, never hate
People of all shirts, giving banter, taking bait
It’s all been snatched away till we don’t know when
Who knows what next, some we’ll never see again
Its changed us for ever, this vicious virus
Our lives have changed, and yeah it is only football, but I miss it
To end, I’m mangling words from Billy Ray Cyrus
It broke my heart, my achy-breaky heart
And I just think you fans will understand.
Canaries creamed in season’s opener
There’s something about Jumuah
When Salah hunts his prey
Six goals in five games
All this on a Friday
Grant Hanley scores the seasons first
As he slices Origi’s cross
Firmino turns provider
Salah adds his gloss
Virgil van Dijk from Salah’s cross
Origi heads to make it worse
Canny Pukki reduces the deficit
It’s time to break that second place curse
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© emdad rahman
Norwich
Norfolk Breweries
Bavaria Breweries
Bayern and Norwich
met in Munich
long time ago
Yellow submarine was
constructed in Munich
Norwich won 2-1 at Bayern
Norfolk saw their canaries
becoming glorious
All Bird Flocks congratulated
the most singing brothers: The Canaries
All Bird Flocks
celebrated Norwich victory
at Bayern
The 11 Norfolk knights
showed the knighthood
The Premiership was
only one year old
Barry Joy – One of Our Own – NCFC
He watched us lose, he watched us win
Supported us through thick and thin
Enjoyed the wins, shrugged off defeat
Enjoyed his season ticket seat
One of us, he loved the game
Whatever the score, he sang our City name
Then came the match only dreams could choose
Play-off Semi against Ipswich blues
We beat them over two legs this May
To reach the final via Wembley Way
We sang our hearts out for the lads
In our yellow and green, we waved our flags
Back to the big time after one season out
Our capacity crowd believe we’re in with a shout
That surreal Wembley final was such a thrill
Our best match of last season, beating ‘Boro two-nil
***
Like us, he cheered, he clapped, he sang
One of our loyal army of Canary fans
One of the good guys, now at rest
Heavens Dream Team only takes the best
No more your friendly face to greet
Sadly we mourn your empty seat
We’ll remember you as the green flag flies
As we stand and sing, ‘City ‘Til I die’ …
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Latest Comments
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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