Football Poets

Nicely done.

Great poem on a wonderful achievement for FGR.
Now let’s hope my team and Forest Green battle it out for top spot next season. If the Sky Blues top the division the vegan pies are on me ! ☺

Wonderful, touching poem. You have done them proud expressing your feelings about their achievement.

Good luck! Hope to see you on Sunday if I can make it.

Great use of wordplay on names Ianthe. Especially liked Lingard…as in a classic Cranberries song’Let It Lingar!’

Hi Graham – I’m really pleased to see that you’re annotating your poems verse-by-verse. Did you know you can also highlight a bit of text in a verse and comment on that? Hover over this comment to see what I highlighted.

Not forgetting folk hero Robin Friday who started a now commonplace trend by kissing a policeman after scoring against Rochdale in 1975

“The policeman looked so cold and fed up standing there that I decided to cheer him up a bit,” he explained.

Yes. We played footy in the street, and Peter Lorimer (not me) broke the window-pane at number twenty-eight. Kenneth Wolstenholme was particularly impressed, and Leeds meet Chelsea in the semi-final.

Great imagery Alex…

Playing in  the street….grumpy neighbours..I go back to my old fifties Wharfdale Street , just off the Ifield Road  sometimes  Alex.

It’s barely a  bright  tennis ball’s throw from Stamford Bridge.We’d play for hours across that little street , stopping only for Remo’s ice cream van. So few car back then. I remember mad scores like 53-41 .

We’d often play til it was so dark, we couldn’t see that little yellow ball anymore sometimes..

The marking on the old brick wall in streets now lined with cars 24 x 7 are faint… but still there.

A touching tribute to a quaint old ground, with its compact pitch and small white gable.