Football Poets

World Cup Lovepoem

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 it is summer – it is soccer –

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 football is the word, is the word –

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 the shape of it – the form of it –

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 football is the world, is the world…

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 i measure me life in remembered world cups –

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 so since Spain ’82 i’ve been taking World Cup sups –

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 watched it on the telly – got a buzz in me belly –

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 then out on the field to do a Marco Tardelli…

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 by ’86 i was definitely onnih –

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 the flix trix and the hand of the football god Maradona –

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 an impressionable teen full of the “no way!” –

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Argentina in Mexico – Diego – ole!…

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 3rd schlurp round i was well swallified –

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Italia ’90 and ireland qualified!

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Jackie’s ‘Army’ Kevin Sheedy Niall Quinn Packie Bonner

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 and me – a devoted Panini sticky owner…

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 ooh ahh Paul Mcgrath – and me doing the leaving –

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 found it hard to study with the head and heart heaving –

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 receiving gifts i was a tad too young to accept –

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 a secret right-wing dreamist extremist hanging out on the left…

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 America ’94 – i’m now living in Germany –

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 Ray Houghton scored and Ireland beat Italy!

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 physically the heat got to us – well, that’s my excuse –

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 Brazil won it on pennos – the tournament wasn’t much use…

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 France ’98 – an immaculate zoo zoo –

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 oh Zinedine the voodoo that yoodoo!

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 i mean, the magic that you did –

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 though fully grown i felt once more that bin lid…

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 sixth sup from the cup – i’m confused – i’m why man?

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 till this day i still struggle with the saga of Saipan –

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 this was 2002 – Korea – Japan –

¶ 32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 the nation was split – “a legend!” – “a sap man!” –

¶ 33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 anyway, a different Keano – Robbie, not Roy,

¶ 34 Leave a comment on verse 34 0 gifted me a moment of unrivalled, unbridled joy –

¶ 35 Leave a comment on verse 35 0 his late equaliser against Germany actually made me cry –

¶ 36 Leave a comment on verse 36 0 it meant so much – i was in Munich – maybe that’s why…

¶ 37 Leave a comment on verse 37 0 2006 and i’m no longer in exile –

¶ 38 Leave a comment on verse 38 0 the irony of it being in Germany still makes me smile –

¶ 39 Leave a comment on verse 39 0 i never went back though – circumstance gets the bulk of the blame –

¶ 40 Leave a comment on verse 40 0 it still remains a wish for me to go and see a World Cup game…

¶ 41 Leave a comment on verse 41 0 2010 and the sup shifts to ’Mouth’ Africa –

¶ 42 Leave a comment on verse 42 0 lovely loud colours – never mind the Vuvuzela!

¶ 43 Leave a comment on verse 43 0 the Spanish flourished – sort of reinventing the art form –

¶ 44 Leave a comment on verse 44 0 pioneering – passeveering – persevering – an old-skool place to start from…

¶ 45 Leave a comment on verse 45 0 Y€S…and Brazil this year will be the 20th World Cup –

¶ 46 Leave a comment on verse 46 0 my 9th – so i’m but a World Cup pup –

¶ 47 Leave a comment on verse 47 0 and i’m so thirsty at the thought of another World Cup sup –

¶ 48 Leave a comment on verse 48 0 mind you i could binge and puke the World Cup up!

¶ 49 Leave a comment on verse 49 0 64 matches – most shown live on the telly

¶ 50 Leave a comment on verse 50 0 and i’m wondering who will be 2014’s Marco Tardelli?

¶ 51 Leave a comment on verse 51 0 which player will beautifully buzz up me belly

¶ 52 Leave a comment on verse 52 0 and turn my insides to ice cream and jelly?…

¶ 53 Leave a comment on verse 53 0 it is summer – it is soccer –

¶ 54 Leave a comment on verse 54 0 football is the word, is the word –

¶ 55 Leave a comment on verse 55 0 the shape of it – the form of it –

¶ 56 Leave a comment on verse 56 0 football is the world, is the world…