Poems tagged ‘Tribute’
Ooohh Kevin de Bruyne
Those lamentable pundits wrote him off from the start
No bottle, too timid, doesn’t show enough heart
Rejected by Mourinho, labelled a flop
If the special one didn’t rate him he can’t be much cop
He discarded Salah as well, that was equally dumb
But a specialist in failure is what Jose’s become
While Kev’s been a centurion, won the treble, and four in a row
Not bad for a misfit who wasn’t worth the dough
For a creative midfielder he’s got all that you need
Delivering killer through balls when on the move at full speed
Those trademark diagonal crosses so hard to defend
When assistance is needed, he’s Erling’s best friend
So many thunderous drives, struck with both feet
As an attacking all-rounder he’s almost complete
And yes maybe his aerial prowess isn’t too great
But that diving header at Brighton was well worth the wait
OPTA stats are the faceless fake fans’ obsession
And Kev’s numbers show he often gives up possession
But mere statistics should never be allowed to disguise
The evidence of what you see with your own eyes
The safe option’s no option for a man with his vision
And effecting the art of the possible requires total precision
Yet time and again he delivers, to win us the game
Prompting the Seven Nation Army to belt out his name
We say de broyner but apparently you say debrooner
We’d have changed it if only you’d told us sooner
Debating City’s best ever – what a futile occupation
But Kev always features in that conversation
King Colin and David set the bar pretty high
But would anyone argue against including this guy?
The best our league’s ever seen? Another pointless debate
But he’ll always be rated as a true all-time great
Social media morons can’t see beyond their own teams
Say their own starboys are best, yeah right, in your dreams
But Kev’s brilliance transcends their witlessly childish views
And his fans in the stands aren’t restricted to Blues
In our minds he’ll live forever, because take it from me
He really did see things that they’ll never see
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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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