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Poems tagged ‘Wolves’

Flowers lie for Ron

Crispin Thomas

Friday, November 12th, 2021

Flowers lie for Ron
golden giant in defence
back when Wolves were huge ~

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Anfield is open again!

Emdad Rahman

Sunday, December 6th, 2020

Liverpool 4-0 Wolves

Once again the fans return
Anfield is on the go
Singing hard on the Kop
I spot my pal Mario

Salah swoops to score first
Coady with a lapsed header
Anfield erupts in sheer delight
Gini joins in with a cracker

Kelleher solid on his debut
Matip makes it three nil
Semedo beats Mane to it
To send the Reds over the hill

06 12 20

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Billy Wright – England’s first centurion!

Emdad Rahman

Wednesday, April 15th, 2020

Good teachers are like stars
Lighting paths for the has been
Wolves B against Walsall Wood
After trials aged fourteen

Lad from Ironbridge, Shropshire
Once let go for his size
Was first to reach a hundred caps
When Major Buckley became wise

Took the captaincy from Stan Cullis
No single caution, red card or fine
First Division winner three times
FA Cup in 1949

Century for the Molineux Marvel
Against the Auld enemy
On the shoulders they lifted Billy
Celebrating at Wembley

A career forged through World War Two
Led England 90 times, a record
105 caps with Walter Winterbottom
Three World Cups on the board

15th April 2020

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#coronachronicles #billywright #wolverhamptonwanderers

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My 60th Anniversary

Geof Dawson

Thursday, February 21st, 2019

Going to Fellows Park with my Dad
I thought football was simply great
But then came the turning point
For a lad who’d just turned eight
My cousin said come with me
I’ll take you to Molineux
To watch Wolves, who’re top of the league
Come on we’ll go, just me and you.

So there I was, an innocent lad
First game I’d seen without my Dad
Out came the Wolves, led by Billy Wright
And Danny Blanchflower, his lads in white
It was football like I’d never seen
And although we hadn’t won
By the time the final whistle blew
My journey had begun.

And so all through the later years
In West Bromwich I went to school
All my mates being Albion fans
They thought I was a fool
Looking back to that first game
You may think this is a joke
But my overriding memory
Is the smell of cigarette smoke.

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Where We Belong

Geof Dawson

Wednesday, February 20th, 2019

We’ve been here before
We’ve seen the highs and the lows
We’ve rolled with the punches
And absorbed the blows
We’ve been here before
And though we put up a fight
We lasted three seasons
But it just never felt right

We’ve been here before
But it all feels so new
Now we have a Manager
With more than a clue
Now we have players
Who play as a team
The type of players
Who once were a dream

Love us or hate us
We’re here to stay
Earning grudging respect
Along the way
With every match a sell out
The South Bank in full song
We’re back in the top flight
Where we belong.

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First Home Game ~ Chelsea 6-2 Wolves .30 Aug ’58 (60 Years On)

Crispin Thomas

Thursday, August 30th, 2018

I recall that Saturday like yesterday
a steaming summer
our first home game in ‘58
excitement
and childlike expectation in the air
August in London and sweltering
“stand clear of the doors!” “wear your colour!”
“official programme sixpence a go!”
“roasted peanuts ‘tanner’ a bag!”
welcome to the season welcome to Wolves
stopping to gaze at star badges
of Blunstone and Greaves in plastic and blue
as bearing down on Stamford Bridge
those teeming weaving crowds
all short-sleeved in the Fulham Road
and in the distance floodlight pylons
tower and loom on blue blue sky
while sun sparkles on concrete old and open
ninepence for kids one and six for adults
but wait what’s this ? sold out and heaving!!
you said “let’s try bunking in” and we did
between the legs in turnstile mayhem
nervous and torn clutching melting lollies
and passed down the front
we sat in awe upon that track
62,000 behind us baying swaying

and do you remember the score?
six-two
a blur of blue and gold
of goals and cheers
young Jimmy rampant as that crested lion
nabbing five and making the sixth
Billy Wright chasing shadows
you with two ribbons to a wooden rattle stapled
and me in my rough striped scarf
that mum had sat up half the night
embroidering strange names upon
but I wore it in the heat anyway
and later in the street
on neighours walls with chalk for goalposts
between the ice cream van and the pavement
we lived it through again and again and again
and never knew that to this day we always would

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Welcome Back!

Ianthe Exall

Saturday, August 25th, 2018

The Wolves emerged from the undergrowth
And stood on the lush green field.
The pack was so focussed on what lay ahead,
In their minds it was done, signed and sealed.
Further down through the woodlands, the counties and cities,
In an area right by the big river,
The pack from the old Craven Cottage
Was preparing to also deliver.
Two clubs in my life have stepped up together,
Back into the Premier League,
The season has started for Fulham and Wolves
And I’m hoping to see them succeed.
I’ll watch all their games from a distance,
Whether they’re at home or playing away
And at the end of this season in the Premier League
I want to think they will be here to stay.

Ianthe Exall 25th August 2018

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Fourth Round at the Etihad

Geof Dawson

Friday, October 20th, 2017

It will be a pity
If we lose to City
But it won’t be a big surprise
Promotion is the aim
Not one day of fame
And Nuno has his eyes on the prize.

And if the cup final
Goes down the urinal
Well some may think that’s tough
But surely it’s right
To reach the top flight
And the silverware will come soon enough.

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Our First Home Game in ’58 (Chelsea 6-2 Wolves )

Crispin Thomas

Thursday, August 17th, 2017

I recall that Saturday like yesterday
a steaming summer
our first home game in ‘58
excitement
and childlike expectation in the air
August in London and sweltering
“stand clear of the doors!” “wear your colour!”
“official programme sixpence a go!”
“roasted peanuts ‘tanner’ a bag!”
welcome to the season welcome to Wolves
stopping to gaze at star badges
of Blunstone and Greaves in plastic and blue
as bearing down on Stamford Bridge
those teeming weaving crowds
all short-sleeved in the Fulham Road
and in the distance floodlight pylons
tower and loom on blue blue sky
while sun sparkles on concrete old and open
ninepence for kids one and six for adults
but wait what’s this ? sold out and heaving!!
you said “let’s try bunking in” and we did
between the legs in turnstile mayhem
nervous and torn clutching melting lollies
and passed down the front
we sat in awe upon that track
62,000 behind us baying swaying

and do you remember the score?
six-two a blur of blue and gold
of goals and cheers
young Jimmy rampant as that crested lion
Billy Wright chasing shadows
you with two ribbons to a wooden rattle stapled
and me in my rough striped scarf
that mum had sat up half the night
embroidering strange names upon
but I wore it in the heat anyway
and later in the street
on neighours walls with chalk for goalposts
between the ice cream van and the pavement
we lived it through again and again and again
and never knew that to this day we always would

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