Poems tagged ‘Russia’
World Cup day 2
Day 2
Unlucky Pharaohs sucker punched
Egypt 0-1 Uruguay
There’s a mystery in Ekaterinburg
Where missing seats are aplenty
Suarez looked well sluggish
But Cavani is equally lively
Carlos Sanchez’s free kick
Evades the rookie El Shenawy
Giménez heads in for Uruguay
A first opening win since 1970
We saw a defensive masterclass
Egypt now look to get on track
Godin was simply flawless
But Salah will soon be back
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No boots, no sweat
Morocco 0-1 Iran
So a second African team
Succumbed to a late strike
Iran win with seconds to spare
To stick two fingers up at Nike
It may have been to Queiroz
“The hardest group of the World Cup”
With only a second ever win
His team are surely on the up
Again this one settled late
No boots, no sweat
Aziz Bouhaddouz defending a set piece
Heading into his own net
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Ronaldo 3-3 Spain
Portugal 3-3 Spain
At the table of Ronaldo
The whole of Portugal sups
He’s now the fourth ever player
To score at four World Cups
Penalty gold in the first half
Who else but Ronaldo
Two from the bullish Costa
A swerving screamer from Nacho
I called it the moment the ref blew
Ronnie’s 51st career hat trick
This thrilling Group B opener
Squared with a vicious late free kick
15 06 18
number7
© emdad rahman
Hapless Arabian Knights haiku-WC Day 1
Russia 5*-0 Saudi Arabia 0
host strike oil on cue
hapless Arabian knights
fall in five star rout
WC2018 Day -1 haiku
history haiku
58 Sweden
Pelé boy wonder
Garrincha wing wizard
routing Swedish hosts
62 Chile
Vava, Garrincha
Earthquake stricken yet on time
Chile such cool hosts
66 England
hat-trick hero Hurst
Ramsey’s wingless wonders
home advantage
70 Mexico
Seleção success
team goal of the century
Pelé to the fore
74 Germany
Cryuff turn, Dutch courage
Brave Jack Taylor first min pen
Mueller claws it back
78 Argentina
Kempes, Ardiles
ticker tape entrances
Junta advantage
82 Spain
Rossi on rampage
Tardelli’s frenzied pash dash
Italy hat-trick
86 Mexico
Hand of God
Mexican wave unveiling
Maradona foremost
90 Italy
Gazza’s tears breaks hearts
Placido’s vocals in tune
Brehme pen success
94 USA
penalty shoot-out
Baggio blasts sky high – lands
in Hudson River
98 France
Ronaldo riddle
Starting or not? Lost the plot?
Zidane headed pair
2002 Japan & South Korea
Hosts so humble
Ronaldo redemption rules
Asiatic first
2006 Germany
Rooney red, Ron wink
Zidane floors Materazzi
bows out as loser
2010 South Africa
Sokker Africa
Vuvuzelas and sunshine
Iniesta smile
2014 Brazil
Germans score seven
vanishing foam used by refs
hosts wish they could
2018 Russia
open tournament
prediction: poised Germany
England: no-hopers
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#WC2018 generic Haiku
bright sun radiates
shorts slip on so easily
World Cup fever starts!
wise words on the web
artist alights on the pitch
ball enters the net
sun, moon, stars, align
superstars create and shine
stage set for goalfest
keeper shouts “away!”
ten discordant reactions
frenemies within
everybody
wants to believe it is in
GLT says no
screaming, arms aloft
conviction guaranteed
VAR says no
no-one on the post
quick corner creates havoc
could’ve should’ve
strolls around the park
photogenic and spreads play
darling of the paps
bench-warmer
enters the fray and scores
game changer
shirts, shorts and socks
couturiers run amok
colour by design
formation planning
blanket defence to smother
park the bus
hopes on young shoulders
unburdened by past failures
swivel, shoot, score
proud moments
representing your country
kit included
holding hands
sponsored match mascots
jail otherwise
prettiness required
catwalk stars must shine so bright
Mondial make-up
Lamps: over the line
Diego’s dirty digits
both: truisms
run up to World Cup
undefeated in friendlies
hope springs eternal
football at its best
Nation unto Nation joust
every four years
colour, passion, skill
endeavour, tacticians, rules
fifty shades of play
Form. Storm. Norm. Perform.
Goal: non-elimination
Setting high standards
WC2018 Day 1- Russkis Rack Up Five
Well that fooled me!
I was all ready to pour scorn
On a match that was so obviously
Gonna be barren and drawn
Then highlight many a concern
About how they might treat their guests
Those of dissimilar disposition
And on different quests
But football has done its talking
And the Russkis have racked up five
So after Robbie got ‘em rockin’
The show has come alive!
World Cup day 1: Hosts kick off World Cup in style
Russia 5-0 Saudi Arabia
Seemed the Saudis had better luck
Finding the moon than the net
Gazinskiy gives the Russia lead
The hosts they hardly broke sweat
It’s the first goal of the World Cup
But Dzagoev left in pain
Cheryshev with two superb goals
Green Falcons truly slayed
Dzyuba heads in a fourth
Golovin curls in a free-kick
Saudi were quite simply awful
Pizzi is in for some stick
Then there’s Yasir Al Shahrani
24 times he gave away the ball
Misplacing a third of his passes.
Eid Mubarak to all
14 06 18
number7
© emdad rahman
May Contain Hope ~ World Cup 2014 Remix
it’s hard work watching England
like watching fresh paint dry
the old guard have departed
we’re giving kids a try
we lower expectations
the flags are far and few
we should at least be grateful
we made the thirty two
we never thought we’d see the day
when this World Cup would be
without the likes of Holland
Chile ….Italy
the test will be the big boys
but hey it’s here at last
forget our hate of FIFA
for now it’s in the past
Up first we face Tunisia
and then it’s Panama
before the might of Belgium
at least we’ll get that far
we dare not look who we might face
if we should make it through
remember Wales and Iceland
whatever else you do ?
Wembley wasn’t crumbled
and built in just a day
we’re still a ‘work in progress’
there’s little more to say
our friendlies and prelimin’ries
they cloud the way we feel
we’re on another rocky road
a giant hamster wheel
the Vardys and the Sterlings
they flatter to deceive
we look to Kane and Rashford
to help us all believe
the cost of going won’t put off
our dreadful droning band
and still our fans will be there
to be the extra man
our manager has fresh ideas
and though he seems to cope
same old weasrning on the tin.
may contain hope !
A World Cup Without Greed
I wonder will there ever be
aside from this facade we see
a World Cup for the human race
and not this FIFA run disgrace
so far removed now from its youth
this World Cup without love or truth
where we are told what we must wear
or eat or drink or else beware
this marketing monopoly
to bleed the likes of you and me
corruption at the heart of all
the big boys rise the little fall
this suited millionaire pay day
so far removed from Jules Rimet
where profit dominates their plans
this World Cup without thought for fans
we know their faces and their names
we know exactly who’s to blame
the back-handers went on for years
the honest bids that end in tears
this homophobia we hear
that FIFA tell is is not there
and still refuses to correct
this racism that dwells unchecked
and just for once I’d love to see
a World Cup with humility
the dodgy products they promote
the corp’rate prize on which they gloat
awarding hosts whose human rights
are left ignored in oversight
how did we let it go this way
and what else can we do today
to bring us back to what we need
a People’s Cup without the greed?
I wonder will we ever stand
against these tyrants hand in hand
whose only care for our small lives
is that we buy their merchandise
and sit there like some cardboard crowd
who shell out loads to be allowed
and never wonder how we cope
this World Cup without love or hope.
Too Few Blues haiku
Argie Geordie Viking
Funes Pickford Sigurdsson
Silvery Brandstanding
World Cup-Come On
The tele’s by the couch,
The beer’s are in,
The curtains closed,
Because I won’t be in.
The fridge is stacked,
With easy stuff to cook,
Stacked pillows and blankets,
And the phone of the hook.
There’s a week to go,
And I’m now wearing the shirt,
The time table’s open,
Just my notes to insert.
Started biting my nails,
Another six days to wait,
It’s this hanging around,
That’s the bit that I hate.
Come On my team,
Our team, I quietly sing our song,
because this is a good team,
They can do nothing wrong.
Oh, I must set the recorder,
To watch it again,
Every time we win,
This beautiful game.
A Russian Album
Somewhere beyond the wastes of Nizhny Novgorod
in enveloping white, the farthest reaches of night,
a train rattles on through heights and depths
with passengers lost to perspective journeying
through life to death. How many time zones
around half the world will stretch, while the other half
won’t notice, can’t imagine the purity of darkness
as catalogues of light fill volumes of the sky
with specific clouds of gas, named and numbered
dwarfs and giants visible from London, Siberia,
anywhere the hemisphere affords a sight?
History says it’s not the place to be.
Modernity – the same. But some say you’re safe
with a complimentary ushanka and sheltered harbour.
How do you feel about a tournament here
losing bidders, football lovers, superpowers?
No need to ask which emotional state is right
when many attend and co-exist in resorts
or temporary villages while distant veteran
Panini buyers form swapping collectives,
consortia against profit, the building costs
of the packets and a final balance to settle the album.
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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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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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