Football Poets

You win a Title here,
A bright Cup there,
You have no lack of cash,
You can buy all the best players.
You do the City Cokey,
Then you turn around,
But something’s just not quite right.

Oh the City […]

Set Piece FC, Set Piece FC,
Aren’t they just a joy to see?
Score from corners or free kicks,
Or a well-struck penalty.
Goals from open play are rare,
But the Arsenal fans don’t care.
Three more points […]

They should not go together,
Football and politics.
These two are hostile elements,
Which really should not mix.

We’ve heard this sentiment expressed
Once, twice and yet again,
But look what we have […]

Well I’ve lived here forty years plus,
People ask me now and then,
If at times I feel homesick,
Here is what I say to them:

“Sweet home Inghilterra,
Where the skies are not blue.
Sweet home I […]

Were you up for Portillo?
No, I was sleeping soundly,
Head resting on my pillow.

Did you stay up for Mexico?
My answer once again is no,
For early next day had to work to go.

Then what about the […]

Kane’s the one who’s able
When you need to turn the tables,
To pull a bunny out the hat,
Get you to the next round.

When you’re trailing one-to-nil,
And the scoreboard clock is ticking,
He’s the man […]

Clippety clippety Klopp,
The Germans are no longer top.
With Nagelsmann they’re down the pan,
Clippety clippety Klopp.

Tikety tikety tok,
They’re numb, in a state of shock.
And Julian’s not the right […]

Why do we sing God Save The King?
The tune is dull, there’s not much zing.
It’s our National Anthem, so to sing we are obliged,
Cos we’re the Democratic Monarchy of England.

Of course we have a National […]

In our ranks is a player named Bellingham,
Who started out playing for Birmingham.
He’s blown hot, cold and warm,
Now he’s hitting top form,
So he’s shaping up better than Sheringham.

28/6/26
Denys E. W. Jones

We’re heading home we’re Steve Clarke’s Army,
Hopes all smashed to smithereens.
No, we didn’t shake ’em up,
Didn’t win the World Cup,
Cos we’re really quite an ordinary team.

We’re marching on we’re […]

He’s one of two named Jordan –
The other’s Henderson.
This one’s the guy between the sticks,
He’s England’s Number One.

He scares the opposition,
His own defenders too –
If anyone’s caught slacking, […]

We raised White Flag at Yorktown
In Seventeen Eighty-One.
The Yanks gained Independence,
Our Colonies were gone.

Once more we’re heading ‘cross the Pond,
But this time there’s no war.
We do not plan […]

It was one decade ago today,
In a truly merry month of May.
They’d been playing all year long with guile,
But that day Sky Six were really riled.
Cos their cosy cartel had been broke,
So every other […]

Now if you’ve read your Bible,
You’ll know a man named Job.
He’s fabled for his patience,
When faced with many woes.

He lost all of his seven sons,
And lots of his livestock,
But always he stayed […]

On the Banks of the Bisagno,
There stands a Football Ground.
It’s stood for many long, long years,
Defiant, firm and proud.

What matches it has seen played out,
What goals, what thrills, what spills. […]

If you go to Hilly Dicks,
There’s a man between the sticks.
City slicks and country hicks,
They all have one ideé fixe:
Who’s that guy between the sticks?
Pickford, Pickford.
So hard past him goals to […]

Remember the Greek Myth of Icarus?
He flew much too close to the Sun.
The wax on his wings it all melted.
He fell back to earth with a bump.

We Toffees we are a bit like him.
For a short spell we moved […]

Dove siam?
In fondo.
Come stiam?
Mal molto.
Dov’andiam?
Inferno.
Non sappiam che pesci pigliar.

Gol fatti?
Muy pochi.
Subiti?
Fin troppi.
Siamo fuor dai giochi,
Capaci non siam più di […]

Have you heard of a player called Jack Grealish?
He played his football with great relish.
Except under Pep,
Who him on the bench kept,
But now he once more off the leash is.

25/8/25
Denys E. W. Jones