Poems tagged ‘World Cup 2018’
WC2018 Day 22 – haiku – free!!
10/07/2018 14:00 haiku – breaking news!!!
Rescuers win through
Miracle, science or what?
Wild Boar FC free!
Brit divers on team
Thais will now support England
Three Lions and Wild Boars!
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odd-bod?
I’m an expert (or so I’d like to think)
but I look back at pre-tournament predictions
and I’m way off beam
partly that was down to me
not wanting to jinx
my own team
but also
this World Cup has thrown-up
so many googlies
that it could nearly be cricket!
though that’s a kop-out
and leaves me on a sticky wicket….
would I rather be right
and see all results
go to form?
or are we better off
far removed
from the pre-plotted norm?
for isn’t this unpredictability
actually
half the fun of the fayre?
to see teams going for it
when normally
they wouldn’t stand a prayer?
so are we prepared
to take
a pummelling with the odds?
especially when, as an unexpected bonus
it is England who potentially have
one of the World Cup winning squads?!?!?!
Past-Present
BELGIUM
“La roja de Martinez”
is what Spain
were once
CROATIA
“Vatreni”
is what HUNGARY
with PusKas were once
ENGLAND
Three Lions is what
Netherlands were once with
Edgar Davids
FRANCE
Les Blues is
what Yugoslavia were once
with Dejan Savicevic Dejo
WC2018 Day 21 – haiku
ENGERRRRRRRRLAN!!
England 2-0 Sweden; haiku
Harry scores the first
Familiar name on scoresheet
Maguire not Kane tho
Dele Alli heads
Ball nestles in onion bag
A much needed goal
For every goal
Millions of pints go
Flying through the air
In total control
Is this really England?!?
Nation loving it!
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Croatia 2-2 Russia; haiku
Penalty shoot-out
Modric and his merry men
Croatia stun hosts
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Better than World Cup haiku
Cave Divers are go!
International Rescue
For Wild Boar FC
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Wild Boar FC
Need a goal or two –
Not the ball nestling in the net
But short term targets to keep hopes up
As the water rises, knee deep;
“my favourite food”
“not too much homework please”
“don’t forget my birthday”;
Now it’s taking true teamwork
To get everyone out alive
Divers and experts collaborating
While tv reports elaborating
On the plans and attempts so far…
International Rescue for real
WC2018 Day 20 – haiku
Belgium 2-1 Brazil; haiku
Courtois builds a wall
Brazil breach it too late
De Bruyne stands out
France 2-0 Uruguay; haiku
Cavani missed
Muslera flaps, Griezeman claps
Pogba’s pals go thru
EU haiku
Guaranteed today
European continent
Will supply winner
World Cup Dream
I dreamt I won the World Cup,
For the England team.
I didn’t need ten other men,
It was just me, in my dream.
I showed eleven Brazilians
how the game should be played.
I scored three and they scored one,
and history was made.
My name was all over the papers
And all over the TV.
There was a rumour that, Anne Hathaway,
had fallen in Love with Me.
But it ended all too soon you see,
as soon as I woke up,
I found I was in my Bedroom
There wasn’t a World Cup.
But we’re in the Semi Final now,
So It doesn’t bother me.
As Harry Kane, and the other players
Can make this a reality.
England’s Number One
He’s not the only Jordan –
There’s also Henderson.
This one’s the lad decked out in green,
He’s England’s Number One.
A reassuring presence,
Between the sticks he stands,
So far no clangers has he dropped,
A most safe pair of hands.
He bawls at his defenders,
When they don’t give him cover,
Just like a hawk he watches them,
More closely than Big Brother.
You may remember Gordon Banks,
Ray Clemence, Pete Shilton,
But in my mind there is no doubt
That Pickford’s Number One.
When not on England duty,
Where does he ply his trade?
At Chelsea, Arsenal, Spurs, Man U
Or some such famous name?
The boy don’t play for none of these,
No, there you are quite wrong.
He earns his corn on Merseyside,
He plays for Everton!
8/7/18
Denys E. W. Jones
Football’s Coming Home at The Prince Albert
I like visiting the Albert,
I like the way it commands a crossroads,
Welcoming all cardinal points of the compass,
Just like a traditional inn should,
I particularly like it when the football comes home.
I like visiting the Albert in springtime,
When vases of flowers greet you in the bar,
With vernal fragrance and equinoctial promise,
Stretching into blossoming infinity,
But that’s not as good as when the football comes home.
I like summer drinking in the Albert,
With a pint of Alton’s Pride,
It’s like an infusion of Thomas Hardy,
With every novel you’ve ever read
Returning like a Native,
Or like the football.
I like autumn drinking in the Albert,
When mists and mellow fruitlessness
Entwine themselves around the eaves,
Just like a gothic Woman in White,
Or Jordan Pickford.
I like winter drinking in the Albert,
Sledging down the snow-scaped common,
Then in the bar for mulled ale and wine,
Just like we’re in A Christmas Carol,
But not with the ghost of Sam Allardyce.
I like walking around the Albert,
With a boulevard and a bowling green,
A welcome in the streets,
A chat on the allotments,
It’s like the Orwell pub of his dreams,
But it’s not The Moon Under The Water,
It’s The Prince Albert,
It’s The Football’s Coming Home.
It’s The Football’s Coming Home,
It’s The Prince Albert,
It’s George Orwell’s pub of his dreams.
Can We Start To Dream?
can we start to dream
or are we fooling ourselves…..
why not all the way?
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Sweden 0-2 England
whatever you say
England swept the Swedes apart
with this new belief
just like Duracell
who cares if Raheem can’t score
he just runs and runs
just two steps away
way beyond our widest dreams
could this be our time?
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Russia 2-2 Croatia (4-3 AET)
politics aside
Russian faces in the crowd
show a different side
oh how close they came
always in it til the end
and those cruel pens
Manzukic et al
somehow keep their tired heads
for this spot kick win
World Cup day 21
England are in the semi finals
Sweden 0-2 England
Gareth Southgate joins the ranks
Of Sir Alf and Sir Bobby
For the first time in 28 years
England are in the semi
Red Henderson controlled the flow
Playing to the English choir
England ahead from a set piece
It’s that man Harry Maguire
A hat trick of saves from Pickford
Trippier and Lingard combined
Delle Alli heads in at the far post
Last four sealed, delivered, signed
Croats break Russian hearts
Russia (3) 2-2 (4) Croatia (AET)
It’s the World Cup that keeps giving
Tis the tale of Mother Russia
When Subasic is caught napping
Cheryshev whips in a blinder
Kramaric squares
Vida tightens the rope
Fernandes the boy from Brazil
Gives Mother Russia hope
Not the greatest ever shootout
Fernandes goes to zero
Who will be the difference?
Modric is the nations hero
07 07 18
number7
© emdad rahman
Gareth Southgate’s Beard
he used to be compared sometimes
to Gobbo out of Noddy
he’d stand their all close shaven
his look was never shoddy
it came together suddenly
it altered points of view
a manager type masterstroke
brought facial fuzz to view
the razor went on gard’ning leave
in two thousand fifteen
a tactical adjustment
it burst upon the scene
and though it shocked the media
and some fans found it weird
it suddenly went viral
Gareth Southgate’s beard
it’s trending with his waistcosts
on ev’ry top platform
from Vogue to railways stations
his beardiness performs
on Instagram he’s everywhere
in bars and in cafés
the coolest men among us
adopt his furry ways
it’s grooming at its finest
he combs it sipping tea
he strokes his growth in training
and grooms it endlessly
I’m cool with big moustaches
and whiskers are ok
and even sideburns can look cool
in an Elvis way
from interviews to touchines
he makes a groovy stance
from tip to to toe he’s good to go
and nothing’s left to chance
he’s caused face creams to shudder
Gillette are running scared
beware it’s taking over
Gaereth Southgate’s beard.
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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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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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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?
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