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Liverpool, Finland and Czech Republic

Vladimir Smicer and Sami Hyypia
I said

Great match to be honest
I saw tonight

I went to big ice hockey arena in Paris
where I joined the fans of
Finland and the Czech Republic
who were completely BERSERK
watching the drama

FINLAND took easy early lead
of 3-0
and in the last minutes of the game
supported by many of theirs fans
gathered behind the goal
The Czechs came back !
They were losing by three goals
to nil and managed to equalise

And they won on penalties

I was thinking about ISTANBUL
and Liverpool’s epic come back
from three nil down

And comparing these developments
of the matches on the grass and on the ice
between Finland and Czech Republic
and between Liverpool and Milan
I said: ” VLADIMIR SMICER
AND SAMI HYYPIA”
You understand this feeling

There is Finland opposing
the Czech Republic on ice and the
developement of the match
is the same as it was in Istanbul

Someone is three nil down and
will make it three all and will
win on penalties
but my exclamation
“Vladimir Smicer and Sami Hyypia!”
meant they were heros of
Liverpool (Hyypia from Finland,Smicer
from Czech Republic the scorer in that
match in Istanbul)
AFTER ALL, it was not
for nothing
Football,Hockey
Czech heroic come back
tonight
Finland leading 3-0

Then in Istanbul
The Finland and Czech player united together
in the heroic come back of Liverpool

All is mixed and all is Alike

Someone would say
“That is sport”

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Just Go !

Enough is enough
unfit owners it’s time to go,
just leave our clubs alone
as they sink further down below.
Enough is enough
inadequate owners there’s the door,
and never ever come back
as we can’t take this anymore.
Enough is enough
incompetent owners you’re a disgrace,
and some haven’t got the decency
to even show their face.
Enough is enough
bungling owners go elsewhere,
as all you’ve brought is misery
anguish,upset,and despair.
Enough is enough
pathetic owners you know what to do,
keep well away from football
as you haven’t got a bloody clue !

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Act 2 of the ‘Play on Names’

If you walk down the Alli
When there’s no-one around,
Just use the Southgate
To get into the ground.
No Martial arts on the programme,
It’s all football today,
The supporters are Keane,
They’ve been waiting so Long
For their teams to come out and play.
Some come from Townsend
Just over Myhill,
A challenging trip for a Walker
Having to dodge all the Stones on the Rhodes,
But it helps to Drinkwater out of a Can,
Downing it fast as is the wont of a man.
No Mata what age,
From the Young to the old,
Some using a Kane,
They are all gathered there
For the Love of the game.
Watmore can I say about football
That hasn’t already been said,
When Cleverley played
With Noble intent,
The fans Lingard on,
So glad that they went.

Ianthe Exall May 2017

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On Our Way

I’m tempting fate to get this down
amid the hopes that swirl around
but has the moment comes around
to get into the league?

It’s not about the vegan pies
nor playing under Cotswold skies
our taste is for a greater prize
to get into the league

it’s not the eco world that’s planned
electric cars beside the stand
we climb the hill with heart in hand
to get into the league

we’ve been here only twice before
sometimes it’s hard to not ignore
the days and nights that we endure
to get into the league

we’ve dreamt and waited for so long
to rectify where we went wrong
we’re on our way we sing this song
to get into the league

the time for superstition’s done
and battle lost or battle won
our goal will still remain as one
to get into the league

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Everton

Long time ago in 1878
the club who is known as
EVERTON was formed

Sweet sweet 6O’s
Sweet Sweet Toffees

Sweet sweet 70’s of the 19th century:
Sweet sweet Toffees
Sweet Sweet 70’s

Sweet Sweet 70’s (19 th Century)
Sweet sweet Toffees

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Ugo Ehiogu 1972-2017

It was at Villa Park
We noticed big Ugo’s frame
At the tender age of forty four
He’s sadly lost to the game

To partner Paul McGrath
Big Ron shelled forty gee
A snip from the Baggies
For the defensive oak tree

Three League Cup wins
Big Ugo made his mark
Old Firm winner at Parkhead
England goal at Villa Park

Merson’s tears told the story
Grief for the lad from Hackney
Honoured in the FA Cup semi
Minutes applause at Wembley

Leeds, Boro, Blades mourn
Armband kissed by Afobe
Rest now big Ugo
You made so many so happy

number7
© emdad rahman

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Stadium Tour

It begins with all the boring stuff, which
makes ‘the match-day experience’ just so:
box office, police control room, the pitch-
marking gear, St John’s. Then the physio
waves us onto couches, fluorescent-lit;
pretends to examine our ‘injuries’.
In the home changing-room, they let us sit
where the players do. It must be a squeeze.
But what we want is the full kiss-and-tell,
the inside word: why Vinnie kicked a hole
in the door in his thankfully brief spell;
why our centre forwards shy away from goal;
whether Harry the hawk ever catches
any pigeons mid-air during matches . . .

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Larbi Ben Mbarek: The forgotten genius

The first to strike gold in Europe
Was that famous Black Pearl
Fondly known as Benbarek
To others the Moroccan Earl

El Ouatane aged fourteen
Honed the Black Pearl’s stealth
Two Spanish titles for El Prodigio
Order of Merit after his death

Forty three goals for Stade Français
As Larbi walked the walk
Fifty six as Spain’s Perla Negra
La perle noir du Maroc

From twenty Francs a day
An Iberian prince at Marseille
The first ever “black pearl”
Very high praise from Pele

Eight goals against Southend
A first French cap against Italy
War loomed and Larbi went home
With the arrival of the Nazi

French journalists raged in despair
When Atletico signed a cheque
One wrote; ‘Sell the Eiffel Tower,
But not Ben Barek’

Idéal Club Casablanca and US Marocaine
Stade Français adding spice
Atlético Madrid Los Rojiblancos
Where Larbi won La Liga twice

Nineteen caps for Les Bleus no myth
Danced on dictator Franco’s deck
Bel-Abbès and a stadium named
For Haj Abdelkader Larbi Ben M’barek

number7
© emdad rahman

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What’s Up Doc ?

He’s always feeling sick
got pains in his head,
constantly on edge
nerves torn to a shred.
His hair much greyer
face ashen and pale,
he’s smoking again
drinking too much ale.
He can’t get to sleep
paces up and down,
when looking in the mirror
he sees a miserable frown.
What’s wrong with him
is he slowly going mad ?
he just longs to be happy
but instead he’s so sad.
The doctor says relax
he knows what’s wrong,
you’ve been supporting Coventry City
for far too bloody long !

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‘Hillsborough Law’

The truth we wanted, it was our demand.
And justice its companion, hand in hand.
The years rolled on, wasted with rage.
Corruption and lies hogged centre stage.

Eyes grew tired with grief, patience worn.
Promises broken, too many a false dawn.
A broken down system held all the aces.
Liars continued to lie, the same old faces.

96 angels rested as the struggle grew long.
Campaigns never waned, a lifetime strong.
But time took its toll, so much missed youth.
The price many paid for seeking the truth.

That truth was achieved, but why the wait?
A ‘Hillsborough Law’ would seal a liars fate.
This law should be brought in without delay.
As prolonged injustice is to suffer every day.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/page/2/