Odour de Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Smell of the chippies on Walton Road,
onions from the pavement hotdog vendors
outside Anfield, mmmm, stink of steaming turds
from the rozzer’s horse, medallions in the street!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We crush into the Kop, smell the men’s underarms,
Brylcream, Vitalis, chewy, damp wool coats,
bad breath and beer, “Under the arm, Leeds!”
We’re two up in 20 minutes, we crush forward

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 when we score, all crane to look, someone farts,
another fella has to take a leak, odor of warm piss.
Mmm, my memories run like that: the old Kop still is.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Christopher T. George



In response to Apollo Gees’ “Ode to Football” and Clik the mouse’s “Owed to Football” — thanks fellas!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/odour-de-football/