Toward The Bridge and Eden.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Gliding across a West London field
Towards The Holy Grail
Plastic seats go crash, expectation builds,
As Blues stand and regale.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’s Nureyev, he’s Nijinsky,
Razor sharp and deft
Better concentrate, as should you blink
You could miss a pirouette.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “The best young player here in Europe?
Yet blanked by Match of the Day?”
Mourinho rarely strays beyond The Group
So is this boy a special case?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I can only speak on what I’ve witnessed
From in front of me plastic seat
Where the thrills not complete
Till your hearts missed a beat
From watching Eden Hazard
Turn it on at Stamford Bridge!



As a lot of poems aimed at idols are for the rightly lauded icons of yesterday. It’s kinda nice to see todays game, for all it’s faults, give us two or three idols who can really get us all stood up and out of our seats. Despite what the stewards may say? This young bloke, in my eyes anyway, is one of those.

Carefree…..braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/toward-the-bridge-and-eden/