Football Poets

West Ham- what a team.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The stars were aligned
The moon was in the right
Position, Venus and Mercury
Were the perfect planets
Now football galaxies
And West Ham were through
To the last eight of
The Europa League
It hardly seems possible
Everything was compatible
Symmetrically correct
You were here
They were there
The London Stadium
More Palladium
But without the revolving
Stage
Oh joyous, joyful
Nights of gold dust
None can surely overcome
Claret and blue fortresses
West Ham tip toeing daintily
Through Spanish lands
Of orange, Sevilla now
Reduced to the sweetest
Tasting juice, it’s been said
Over and over again
Sevilla, a classical victory
Carved out with delicate chisel
This could be the year of years
When the Hammers met their
Special rendezvous. Two matches
From a Final collision with delectable
Fate, Anybody for Barcelona next
Or shall we reserve judgment
One match at a time
Then some of us noticed
Eintracht Frankfurt
Are back again
The 1976 coincidence
When the Hammers of Brooking,
Lampard and Bonds
Obliterated the German advances
On a night of spectacular in so many
Triumphs. It was the semi final of them
All. Claret and blue of vintage maturity
With subtle hints of champagne
Fulfilment. Then Anderlecht was
The last staging post. A match too
Far for your claret and blue, woe
And defeat,
Still, last night
The East End
Conquistadors, not Spanish
But hearty pie and mash diners
Satisfied as the grinning Cheshire cat
The Irons now made of steel
East End cockles and whelks
Over half time ruminations
Lavish helping of seconds
More gastronomic analogies
It would be stupid not to
Mention, stomachs full
Of claret and blue splendour
And hue, the rosiest complexion
Where fan fares and fantasies live
Then in the second half
The Irons consume with relish
Evenings of taste and discrimination
What a menu, what a victory
The finest and greatest of
Nights at the Stratford
Empire of dreams
And the London Stadium
Decibels and speakers
Cranked up to full volume
It had to be Yarmolenko
The fans darling and poster boy
Music and poetry on our lips
Our Ukranian warrior
Scoring the winner and
Then the Final. You never
Know. The complete vision
David Moyes, remember the
Glow left behind by
Greenwood and Lyall
Then Ron and John, thanks but
Now
It could be your season
Of seasons, David Moyes

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