Poems tagged ‘Women's Football’
WWC 2019 Semi-Final: Lyonesses
we watched
and we willed;
a whole Nation –
that wanted to be thrilled
display wise, we were
of that, there is no doubt
but all that was missing
was a winning shout
VAR worked against us
but then went our way
only poor Steph Houghton (mighty captain)
couldn’t put the penalty away
valiant losers:
an all too familiar theme
but this Nation salutes
this laudable Ladies team
State of Mind
This wonderful Women’s World Cup
makes me forget Manchester City, Real Madrid
and PSG
In life people in love
forget the things around them easly
But here and now there is
The Women’s World Cup
which brought me
this Real Madrid-alike forgettness
I don’t know who and when
(probably City and L’pool)
was involed in the “tightest title race ever”
I even don’t remember which team
played in the worst ever Champions Leage Final
I never heard of Neymar
But now, we have
this wonderful Women’s World Cup
Within The Women’s Game ~ WWC 2019
I remember the first time I watched doubles at tennis
it was too fast
points over too quick and low on rallies and drama
but i got into it and stuck with it and now I love it
just like all those enforced Queen’s newbies this week
when Andy Murray marked his return in doubles
in front of suddenly packed houses late in the day
what’s in a name indeed?
it was like that with my first real women’s live game
there on the screen in the early days
a Women’s FA Cup Final : Arsenal v Chelsea
but at Peterborough or somewhere in front of maybe 5000
mainly mums and little girls
the levels weren’t there yet
the atmosphere like a school swimming gala
and shock horror a girl commentating!
but I watched it
and I’m not proud to admit
I watched it
not just because it was on the BBC
and not just because I loathe Sky BT et al
but because it was on and because it was free
but it got me into it
and yes it took a while but after a bit I was hooked
and I realized and remembered there and then
that aside from some grainy black and white WW1 footage
and two great books on Lily Parr and the wonderful Dick Kerr Ladies
(before those in charge took it on themselves
to ban the Women’s game from 1921 -1970 )
I’d never really bothered to take a look more closely
why….concepts concepts concepts maybe?
and then the proverbial penny dropped
this game we love
so macho and male dominated for so long
was for everyone and always has been
but for whatever reason
neglected un-supported and not taken seriously
un-encouraged for decades by the so-called ‘powers that be’
no doubt compounded
by that archaic and totally un-pc suggestion
from the unbeareably creepy Sepp Blatter
“‘Let women play in tighter shorts'” ***
god forbid!
fortunately times have moved on
money and funding worldwide has begun
and yes Women’s fooball
still has a long way to catch up
but sitting here entralled
watching this Summer’s World Cup in France
free on terrestrial TV to boot
the skills the endeavour
the celebratory atmosphere
the colour and noise from travelling fans in their droves
from here Canada Australia Nigeria Japan USA and beyond
but above all
the new levels of sophisticated and stunning football
from incredible goalkeeping and sturdy defending
to sweet moves and fearless strikers
is something else and a joy to behold
if you haven’t done so already check it out now
you won’t be disappointed
it might just grab you
and have you saying to yourself too …
there is so much to admire and enjoy
within the Women’s Games
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Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
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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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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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