Football Poets

I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!

Absolute classic!

Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.

We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.

Great poem for a boss shirt.

Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.

Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.

Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.

I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.

Such great words Ray.   So evocative of that time of innocence  Kepp on mate. More please. It will be  under the Nostaglia section too.

As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,

such a great line…bewcause we all did…and  golaposts  nets and floodlights too…

Thanks for the love