World Cup Willie
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Poems by World Cup Willie
- WC2018 A to Z
- WC2018 – WC2022.. are we nearly there yet ?
- WC2018 Day 25 FINAL – haiku
- WC2018 Day 24 : 3rd/4th
- WC2018 Day 23 – reflection
- WC2018 Day 23 – out
- WC2018 Day 23 – Wish I Could Be Like…
- WC2018 Day 22 – haiku – Allez Les Blues!
- WC2018 Day 22 – haiku – free!!
- WC2018 Day 21 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 20 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 20 – Nervous about tomorrow!
- WC2018 Day 19 (post)
- WC2018 Day 19 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 19 (pre)
- WC2018 Day 18
- WC2018 Day 17
- WC2018 Day 16
- WC2018 Day 16.5 (Rest Day)
- WC2018 Day 15 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 14 – shockaiku
- WC2018 Day 13 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 12 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 11 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 10 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 9 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 8 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 7 – haiku
- WC2018 Day 6
- WC2018 Day 5
- WC2018 Day 4
- WC2018 Day 3
- WC2018 Day 2
- WC2018 Day -1 haiku
- WC2018 Day 1- Russkis Rack Up Five
- WC2018 Day 1 – Mish Mash Mix
- WC2014 : Epilogue
- WC2014 : Day 31
- WC2014 : Day 32 : The Final
- WC2014: Day 29 rest day
- WC2014: Day 30 rest day
- WC2014: Day 28
- WC2014: Day 27
- WC2014: Day 25 thru 26, rest days
- WC2014: Day 23, 24
- WC2014: Day 15 thru 22
- WC2014 : Day 14
- WC2014 : Day 7 thru 13
- WC2014 : Day 6
- WC2014 : Day 3
- WC2014 : Day 4
- WC2014 : Day 5
- WC2014 : Day 2
- WC2014 : Day 1
- WC2014 : Qual : Yes!
- WC2014: Qual: Trapdoor
- WC2014 : Qual round 3 & 4
- WC2014 : Qual round 1
- WC2014 : Where do they stop?
- The cynic in me
- Fare play
- WC2010 : reflections haiku
- WC2010 : Day 20 to the end
- WC2010 : Day 20
- WC2010 : Day 19
- WC2010 : Day 18
- WC2010 : Day 16
- WC2010 : Day 17
- WC2010 : Day 14
- WC2010 : Day 15
- WC2010 : Day 13 2nd Half
- WC2010 : Day 13 pre-match
- WC2010 : Day 13, Half Time
- WC2010 : Day 12
- WC2010 : Day 8
- WC2010 : Day 9
- WC2010 : Day 11
- WC2010 : Day 7
- WC2010 : Day 10
- WC2010 : Day 4
- WC2010 : Day 5
- WC2010 : Day 6
- WC2010 : Day 2
- WC2010 : Day 3
- WC2010 : Day 1
- WC 2010 : Discarded
- WC 2010:pre World Cup draw.S.Africa 2009
- The Hand of Lucifer
- WC 2006 : Day 30
- WC 2006 : Day 31
- WC 2006 : Day 29
- WC 2006 : Day 28
- WC 2006 : Day 27
- WC 2006 : Day 26
- WC 2006 : Day 22
- WC 2006 : Day 23
- WC 2006 : Day 24 & Day 25
- WC 2006 : Day 20
- WC 2006 : Day 21
- WC 2006 : Day 19
- WC 2006 : Day 16
- WC 2006 : Day 18
- WC 2006 : Day 15
- WC 2006 : Day 17
- WC 2006 : Day 14
- WC 2006 : Day 13
- WC 2006 : Day 12
- WC 2006 : Day 11
- WC 2006 : Day 09
- WC 2006 : Day 10
- WC 2006 : Day 07
- WC 2006 : Day 08
- WC 2006 : Day 06
- WC 2006 : Day 05
- WC 2006 : Day 04
- WC 2006 : Day 01
- WC 2006 : Day 02
- WC 2006 : Day 03
- WC 2006 : Toe be or not toe be
- WC 2006 : Puns intended
- Reasons why you can
- WC 2006 : oh woe is we
- WC 2006 : Sprechen sie football?
- WC 2006 : Jason and the ergo norths
- WC 2006 : The hare and the tortoise (plus added twist)
- WC 2006 : qualified!
- Day 30 : 3rd / 4th place playoff
- Day 17 : Suwon Swansong
- Day 31 : The Final
- Day 32 : a) the generously proportioned chanteuse …
- Day 32 : b) a review, in Haiku
- Day 33.333r
- Day 28 : Sonnets
- Day 29 : World Cup Unwinese
- Day 15 : Paint the town red
- Day 23 : Korea capitalise
- Day 24 : Rest Day 4 – Sore Losers II
- Day 26 : Hun won, we’re subdued
- Day 27 : second meeting
- Day 21 : Rest Day 2 : Sore losers
- Day 25 : Rest Day – New Order?
- Day 14 : wrong socks
- Day 16 : British Bulldog
- Day 22 : Got the ‘Gone Fishing’ blues
- Day 20 : Rest Day
- Day 19 : The Italian Job
- Day 18 : US swAy
- Day 12 : Au revoir, mes amis
- Day 13 : Don’t cry for me Argentina!
- Day 11 : raining cats and dogs
- Day 07 : French toast
- Day 06 : Kean-o, there’s only one Kean-o
- Day 08 : They think it’s all …..
- Day 09 : Samba smile
- Day 10 : minnows
- Day 02 Sonnet : party, party
- Day 03 : gloom, not glee
- Day 04 : household chore
- Day 05 : abc / QE2
- Day 01 Sonnet
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19th April 2021
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18th April 2021
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17th April 2021
Sharon Jones
7th April 2021
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7th April 2021
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2nd April 2021
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1st April 2021
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31st March 2021
John J O’Connor
30th March 2021
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28th March 2021
Crispin’s Corner
In Memoriam
Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
Latest Comments
16th March 2021 at 5:56 pm
Intriguing poem, Dave. I don’t think that Geoff Hurst shot would have survived VAR or goalline technology, and then where would the history of this country be, eh? Mind you, the Germans got their revenge in South Africa in 2010, when Lampard’s shot was clearly over the line but not given. (Was it a Paraguayan linesman on that occasion?) Plus the innumerable penalty shootouts … Fifty-five years of hurt, and still counting …
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6th March 2021 at 1:12 am
Not too many Nans like her!
Brian Moore, The Big Match…. never missed. But miss it still. If you get my drift!
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6th March 2021 at 1:08 am
Thanks for the memories Gacina!
We all (Stamford Bridge acolytes) adore Luca too!
My best friend’s son is named after him!
Clik.
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6th March 2021 at 1:02 am
Thanks for bringing back memories Kev!
On point of principle….
I’m not sure I ever paid over the odds for a ticket at the Bridge.
Nearest I came, was myself and two buddies for the Milk Cup Semi Final v Sunderland, 1985. (pre neutral venues)
Instead we retired to the Rising Sun to watch it live on tv, with all the real action happening just hundreds of yards away ! Surreal!
Even more surreal, me, the littlest puniest fella ever, got singled out by some yobbo as one to goad! Aye, by one of our (supposed) own. A Neanderthal from the bad old days.
Still, we won! And my mates shepherded me to safety, true pals. Unfortunately, Mick has since joined Ossie, but Neil and myself are still flying the blue flag together.
Respect.
For the record, Kevin and I met once at the Bridge, true Blues penning from the heart!
And with Crispin too, must be something magic in those boots at the Bridge!
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6th March 2021 at 12:33 am
Blimey Dave,
you don’t want much do you!!! 😉
Fred Astaire / Alan Shearer……
We can all dream on!
Gr8 poem.
clik
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6th March 2021 at 12:30 am
Kev,
thanks for sharing!
“Tug the sub”
wish I’d thought of that, kushti!
I’m old skool, so I thought TT was bang out of order with his post match comments re CHO.
But have to admit, Callum and the rest of the boys have stepped up to the Mark…. (deutschemark – geddit?!?)
Clik.
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6th March 2021 at 12:23 am
Thanks for sharing Denys,
I always look forward to your poems.
“Blue is the colour” as my tribe would say!
And happily, we followed your suit!
One nil win at Anfield for us last night.
Though granted, you’ll revel much more in the bragging rights!!!
Clik
(Carlo Thatsyerlotti …… our loss is your gain!!)
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6th March 2021 at 12:17 am
Thanks for sharing Gacina… a great insight….
I reckon there’s the mother of all earthquakes in the offing….
😉
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6th March 2021 at 12:14 am
Thanks for sharing Patrick….
Methinks there’s proper respect….. on both sides of the story.
😉
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6th March 2021 at 12:10 am
Thanks for sharing Greg!
All of us Dads have been there!
My proudest moment in life (towering over any game I ever won) was when my lad (“Patrick the Hat-trick”, as in 3rd born) powered in a penalty shootout into the top corner – the littlest fella on the pitch and yet the coolest customer! And yes they won their final! (I couldn’t believe it – he was the little Billy Bremner / Chopper Harris throwback, and yet Le Tiss like when it mattered!!!!)
BTW…. as to the poem…
it wasn’t me!
Yes, I played against Addlestone!
I was a skinny little wretch that turned up every week on the sideline, until eventually at about age 15 I sprouted and developed… I reckon I was Dennis Irwin before Dennis Irwin!
Only… I was playing in the black and green stripes of Hampton Hill Celtic…. (yes we started out as green and white hoops). Happy days!
But as a Dad, my watching brief has been here in Ireland.
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