Poems tagged ‘Relegation’
We’ll be back…
It’s annoying… but Keiron from Rochdale was right;
a 2-1 loss to the boys from the Fylde
and our hopes of survival
were put out of sight.
They say it’s the size of the fight in the dog,
Not the size of the dog in the fight…
but I think we all knew – us white and blue –
that we’d got to the end of the night.
But there’s something that Keiron
did never quite get,
When he tweeted: ‘enjoy relegation’..
We always did know we were ‘punching’;
That these thoughts were ‘above our station’.
But we come up National to have some fun,
Be glad of a run,
a chance for a dance
on our day in the sun,
and we might well have dreamed
when the season begun,
but what harm in such contemplation?
This ‘phoenix from ashes’ club that we are?
Who wouldn’t succumb to temptation?
To dream?
And maybe believe?
But that is the lot of the football fan.
As you are, Keiron – you beautiful man.
And good luck for your own elevation.
But for now, let us see out these final games,
Our last little taste, of our highest yet place
In this glorious chase
for… salvation?
No, that’s going too far….
Ah…. ‘Realisation’.
As in; attainment; achievement; success;
Because, if nothing less,
At least we have shown those park playing teams
in those Sunday leagues
What can be achieved
With a little belief
And no real money (to say the least).
That… that is our real donation
To this game.
But only for now,
Cos we’re just parking the bus,
And although we’re off down to the National South
(or the North, we don’t know, but we’ll figure it out)
We’ve had a wee taste of what it’s about,
And we’ve enjoyed its sweet sensation.
Football – like life – has its ups and downs,
It’s choppy waters, it’s shocks;
But just like Oxford’s Rowing Crew
We’ll always have our Cox.
So it’s going to be a ‘goodbye for now’.
An ‘au revoir’, if you like,
An ‘hasta luego’,
A ‘til next time’….
All of which means, Keiron,
‘Hold my beer’;
Cos that’s the thing about dreams.
They persist.
They persevere.
They endure.
And what, my good friend,
could be any more pure?
So all you Hoops,
Take heart…
Cos in a way, this is only the start.
The start of our fight to return,
To what has been earned
Through blood, sweat and tears,
In over a hundred and forty one years.
So in fact, not just mine, Keiron…
Hold all of our beers.
We’ll all meet again soon.
And we’ll cheers.
#rowanthepoem
Goin’ Down, Goin’ Down
Too good to go down,
too bad to stay up, and
mid table mediocrity,
isn’t for the likes of us.
Lost the dressing room,
thrown away the plot,
our misfiring forwards,
cock up (almost) every shot.
Catalogue of errors,
litany of defeats,
run out of road,
we’re dead on our feet.
A vow to return,
beat our retreat,
playoffs or automatic,
to climb up the tree.
Get back to the elite,
loose our best,
fail to compete,
rinse and repeat.
Three Teams Worse Than We Are
At least we’ll be here a year from now because
there’s three teams worse than we are
who deserve to go down.
You can park your bus in our midfield,
drive a tractor through our defence.
Slalom freely our wide-open flanks,
test our goalkeeper’s positional sense.
We’ve failed to replace our ageing stars,
and our recruitment policy is a farce.
Our tactics have lost the plot,
and our corridor of uncertainty runs box to box.
We’re rubbish and we know it,
but there’s three teams worse than we are
who deserve to go down.
Trouble is, every time we say those words,
they come with a creeping sense of doubt.
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.
About This Site
Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
My Account
Latest Poems
Crispin Thomas
2nd May 2024
joe morris
2nd May 2024
joe morris
28th April 2024
Richard Williams
26th April 2024
joe morris
25th April 2024
Denys E. W. Jones
25th April 2024
kevin halls
23rd April 2024
Alex Saynor
23rd April 2024
joe morris
23rd April 2024
Crispin Thomas
22nd April 2024
Crispin’s Corner
In Memoriam
Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
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.
See in context
28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
See in context
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.
See in context
25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
See in context
25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
See in context
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?
See in context
23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
See in context
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
.
See in context
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.
See in context
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
See in context