Football Poets

This poem made me smile.

Great poem, Mr Dulwich   😉

Being an ex-pat, I don’t get to many matches, but did get to first game of this season, Hampton & Richmond v Dartford. I love getting out to grass roots football.

And being a pedant….

It was El-Tel that coined “They Used To Play On Grass”, or at least he grabbed the zeitgeist and wrote a football book by that name, co-authored with Gordon Williams, who was the creator of the telly tec “Hazel”.

Football lives in our hearts, not our heads Crispin, and it nudges its space alongside our other more important loves.

Love, that auld devil called football, is our respite, response and reason, and each page turned is a new chapter, new corner, and new hope.

My best to you and your wife.

Thanks for those words of encouragement Crispin.

We go to Lochgilphead Red Star Fc games here in Argyll, just a wee walk from our home.

I always want Liverpool to win, club of my heart, but the prices priced me out long ago. I love the charismatic Klopp, the magic of Mo and the magnificent Mane, but it’s not the club of my youth anymore. Perhaps that’s the price we pay for success.

We also get to at least one game a year at Accrington Stanley Fc, on target for promotion this year, and love Billy Kee (striker) also known as SuperBillyKee.

Have a new book of football poetry coming out 25th May: A Game of Two Halves: Football Tackling Homelessness; this is in support of our SHARE project (Students Homelessness Awareness Raising Enterprise) http://www.argyllshare.co.uk and http://www.sharebolton.co.uk

Follow us on Twitter – @ArgyllSHARE & @SHARE_Bolton

Best, Sharon

Sublime Sharon..last verse sums it all up…what it is to follow footie at a much lower but still local level after maybe being spoilt for a lifetime…by our bigger and what we thought was our only club….(Shock horror poet/fan supports two (or three clubs!)

The last verse …especially for those of us here who followed our first beloved local club to Champs League level from terraces like those we stand on today… to exhorbitantly ticket priced re-structured seated soul-less family stadiums ….

who are you watching these days….?

I just wish other people here would comment more on others poems…surely we aren’t all  technophobe  dinosaurs….we  all want to be humble but it’s lovely  to know what others think?  Is it perhaps because we have to log in to comment….it’s so quick to do
short rant over! Keep on ……

The last two lines are lines any fan can relate to Ron… :

Then in through the turnstile, enjoying the sound
of the crowd as it builds towards three.

I still recall like yesterday, the day i was running a poetry workshop at the Cottage . I arrived at 10am to find flowers and scarves and photos  in a shrine on the gates and the news that the late great Johnny had passed that previous night…

I think we shoud have a whole section on Mohamed Salah’s hair…Emdad!

The things differewnt maangers do with different players eh?

It is incredible …looking back to Josés time at Chelsea. .watchng Salah forever warming up and not making an impact when he did get on….with so few chances..

De Bruyne being subbed off for Chelsea at Swindon for berng so poor..i was at that game…

Lukakau just not fitting in there either ….strange…

I guess you have to win 4 or 5 nil in the first leg now…

and Roma definitely  inspired Juve who in turn inspired Marseille and CSKA Moxcow..some nearly nearlies..

Great words and verse Attila.

And football’s even worse now.