Crispin Thomas published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 months, 3 weeks ago
one more step to take
can this really be our time?
time to all believe
Italy spot on
toe to toe they ebb and flow
Spain leave heads held high
Crispin Thomas commented on a poem on Football Poets 3 months, 3 weeks ago
A sobering reminder ..thanks for posting Carol
Totally agreed Kev .I’ve watched all the other games at home on my own, til now .Stuart and I are gonna watch the semi final from our own table at our local the Albert.
Bring it on.
it’s always really easy watching England
it’s never ever difficult at all
it couldn’t be less stressful
in fact it’s rather restful
you’ll never find us up against the wall
I’d recommend a game to ev’rybody […]
fab four goal fest brings
one more clean sheet one more step
closer to the prize
team spirit and pride
drive this Denmark outfit with
spirit class and style
Italy stand strong
who can stop a team reborn
raised by Mancini
Simón saves for Spain
stretched and tight they win on pens
ten men Swiss are rolled
Crispin Thomas published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 months ago
in the tightest clash
Kane and Sterling fire the dream
it’s coming Rome
Ukraine leave it late
Zinchenko the diff’rence here
guess who they face next?
we sailed through qualifiers
like toy ducks in a bath
we felt our group looked doable
but dare not plot our path
with home advantage on our side
our opener looked tough
the dark horse of Croatia
but one […]
‘Swiss Roll Magnifique!’
France go out in epic style
who could forsee this?
five star Spain again
Croatian fightback falls short
Morata the key
Thorgan Hazard with a peach
Czechs surprise with fire and flair
to reach the last eight
Austria leave proud
forced to find another gear
Italy march on
who will rule out Danes?
with their passing class of moves
poor Wales are destroyed
stretches France to breaking point
on a bonkers night
Hungary so close
Germany survive a scare
to face Southgate’s boys
Spain ignite at last
five goals stun Slovakia
San Miguels ahoy
Forsberg fires Swedes on
Lewandowski’s late late strikes
not enough for Poles
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12th October 2021 at 1:38 pm
A great poem from Llew Beaton.
Andrew Watson was back in focus in 2021, see this related article….
See in context
6th October 2021 at 10:00 am
So evocative Greg. We used to travel to games without maps just waiting for the floodights to appear….
3rd October 2021 at 1:17 am
Welcome to Football Poets Gally G!
Great verse (and poem).
I’m sure imagery and memories and future hopes will trigger so much for those who write here.
29th September 2021 at 12:48 pm
Great words in ‘It Was Beautiful’ Sept 29, and so true Mike .
A sentiment shared by so many who write here.
This poem now also takes pride of place appearing under ‘Your Nostalgia Poems’ in Crispin’s Cormer on the home page.
29th September 2021 at 12:45 pm
Re ‘Sir Roger’ by Mike Bartram :
A lovely moving tribute Mike.
It’s also now now featured in ‘Your RIP Poems’ the section under IN MEMORIAM on the home page.
All the best mate. C
22nd September 2021 at 1:01 pm
Thank you very much, Crispin. It’s great to a member of this community!
22nd September 2021 at 12:52 pm
I arrived to run a a football poetry workshop with local school students for Fulham FC Footbal In The Community at the Cottage. The news had come through late the night before. that Johnny had left us. Flowers and scarves were allready appearing on the railings.Saw him play many times. great player.
22nd September 2021 at 12:45 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Michael .Lovely words.
20th September 2021 at 8:34 am
‘Oh to be back there again’ … ‘the hapless days when we were poor / when he’d grab three but they’d get four”. Sadly I never saw Greaves play at Chelsea, a little before my time. We have to admit that Spurs gave him his rightful stage.
19th September 2021 at 8:27 am
Your poem immediately made me think of that article, Crispin. When I moved up to York in 1976 almost the first thing I did was go to watch a game at Bootham Crescent. It was my way of anchoring myself in the place, finding my bearings.