Saturday, November 6th, 2004
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I knew I was in for a hiding
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I could tell we were in for a drubbing
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when i thew on the DJ
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from off- of the bench
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and the crowd shouted out
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“you need clubbing!”
manager’s dilemna….does anti-dj-ism still exists?
is it because vinyl records are black?
does this happen at all clubs (or rather in all clubs)…
where some of the subs are also djs to top up their income?
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Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
30th June 2020 at 4:12 pm
Liverpool worthy Champions for 2019 / 2020.
And worth it too, to get another very special poem from Sharon!
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11th May 2020 at 11:11 am
what a fabulous poem!
It captures the essence of non-league football, and the travel involved to and from matches.
“Gathering on a Thames island for a sing-song”: possibly Eel Pie Island back in the 60s or 70s, a local venue that I never went to, but watched recently on a documentary.
I’ll count myself as one of these few Met fans!
I played on saturdays (SAL), but pre or post our season, I’d be supporting the Blues / football.
Given my ‘manor’, I’d be at either:
Stamford Bridge, or
Imber Court, or
the Beveree (for Hampton, as was – now Hampton and Richmond Borough).
Imber Court holds a lot of fond memories for our family – it’s where we went on a regular basis to let off steam. I could cycle there safely with pals any time I wanted.
I watched Wimbledon champions in their early days there (venue for Junior qualifiers);, watched Chelsea train there for one pre-season (and grabbed a left behind sweaty shirt! Still have it – and yes, washed!).
Dad wasn’t much of a fan generally, but he joined me as we watched his friends and colleagues play, so a bonding time for the both of us.
My sister had her wedding reception there, and we had my mother’s funeral reception there earlier this year.
So your poem brought back some very touching personal memories, I thank you profusely for that.
But again, in itself, it is a great poem.
27th January 2020 at 7:10 pm
The website is actually called Goal Nets and Stanchions.
13th January 2020 at 4:27 pm
Please insert after line 15 “Where life was hard and occasionally brutal”
10th January 2020 at 3:19 pm
I meant to write 4th round. Oops !
23rd December 2019 at 3:07 pm
I loved all Mishi’s poems!
His passion shone through so brightly.
Every club needs a Mishi.
God Rest His Soul.
21st December 2019 at 10:24 am
Welcome to Football Poets Tony. More please! Keep on.
10th December 2019 at 11:47 pm
Hi Denys, it’s great to have another Toffee posting on Footy Poets. I haven’t contributed for some time, but if you click my name you’ll find some Everton poems going back several years.
Yes, now we’re all made up about the Chelsea result. And the return of the team spirit. And the two strikers formation.
21st November 2019 at 10:11 am
Thank you Al and Welcome to Football Poets..
Too often in the shadow and wake of Hillsborough, Bradford and Heysel, your powerful and emotive lines remind us of a tragic day when 66 died and many more were injured at Ibrox .
4th November 2019 at 9:51 am
great three lines Alex…table football..says it all