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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2019 17:16:32 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Messi Magic</p>
<p>Mesmerizing, masterful, magnificent,<br />
The plaudits just go on and on,<br />
Lionel Messi has charmed us from a very young age<br />
 A magical player<br />
 On the world football stage.<br />
Leaving Argentina for [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2018 21:13:29 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Wolves emerged from the undergrowth<br />
And stood on the lush green field.<br />
The pack was so focussed on what lay ahead,<br />
In their minds it was done, signed and sealed.<br />
Further down through the woodlands, the [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2018 15:45:36 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>
The curtain rose up in Russia<br />
In a number of different ways,<br />
And the actors from many countries<br />
Lined up on the world-wide stage.<br />
One month to perform<br />
Watched from near and afar,<br />
A constellation of [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/unbelievable-2/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2018 21:30:13 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Look Chris Kamara<br />
There’s a pigeon on the pitch<br />
Unbelievable!</p>
<p>Ianthe Exall January 2018</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-united-trinity/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2017 15:24:07 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>THE UNITED TRINITY</p>
<p>The oppressive greyness of the sullen sky<br />
Could not engulf me as I stood enthralled<br />
By the revered statue of The United Trinity,<br />
 Always loved and respected<br />
 From here to infinity.<br />
More [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-kids-with-the-covered-carts-2/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2017 07:48:03 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>THE KIDS WITH THE COVERED CARTS</p>
<p>The neglected pitch is dry and rough<br />
The goalposts taken down<br />
An abandoned ball all scuffed and grubby<br />
And the side-paths overgrown.<br />
Bleak, unloved and empty<br />
The ground no [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 08:31:46 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p>Watching the gulls all swooping around<br />
Brought back the memories of some very strange words<br />
That made us all think<br />
Trying to find the real meaning<br />
And connecting the link<br />
To the sardines and [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/counting-down/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2017 19:32:12 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>COUNTING DOWN</p>
<p>From Arsenal to West Ham they’re all on the list,<br />
I’ve checked them all twice in case one has been missed.<br />
But no, they’re all there in the Premier League,<br />
Bringing much speculation and a littl [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/sometimes-forest-green-rovers-3-tranmere-rovers-1/#comment-589</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2017 16:48:28 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful, touching poem. You have done them proud expressing your feelings about their achievement.</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/kane-was-able/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2017 12:31:02 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Harry Kane did it again,<br />
And again and again and again.<br />
Too many teams have been drawing,<br />
Losing the fine art of scoring,<br />
Many games have been just downright boring,<br />
But Kane soon got the crowd [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/act-2-of-the-play-on-names/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2017 15:52:43 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If you walk down the Alli<br />
When there’s no-one around,<br />
Just use the Southgate<br />
To get into the ground.<br />
No Martial arts on the programme,<br />
It’s all football today,<br />
The supporters are Keane,<br />
They’ve been waiti [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/lament-in-the-putney-end/#comment-191</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2017 18:46:59 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As touching and descriptive as I thought it would be Graham. So good to see that a sorry defeat for your team can bring out real emotion expressed so vividly in your poem.  I hope you don&#8217;t mind if I print it [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/swapping-roles-with-shakespeare/#comment-184</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2017 15:53:26 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Classic Crispin. As you are, I am appalled by the treatment dished out to Claudio Ranieri, he is a gentleman through and through. As the Bard said;  &#8216;O, how full of briers is this working-day world.&#8217;   As You Like It iii</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/pie-faced/#comment-159</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2017 18:57:59 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Crispin. Always interesting to see the clubs that are not in the news week after week and they just get on and play good, entertaining football. The Pieman has added a different flavour though! I think he [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2017 21:10:34 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s no Pie in the Sky<br />
When the feathers all fly,<br />
When the big man went off<br />
And returned with a pie.<br />
He stood on the side-line<br />
Enjoying each bite,<br />
But it didn’t go down well<br />
As he picked the wrong nig [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/forever-football/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2017 12:08:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>FOREVER FOOTBALL</p>
<p>Frustration, elation,<br />
With thousands just waiting<br />
For one of their players to score.<br />
And then it just happened,<br />
The breakaway came<br />
And the goalie laid stretched on the floor.<br />
His gloved [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>ianthe exall changed their profile picture</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/activity/p/9506/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 13:05:27 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/how-many/#comment-107</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2017 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice one! How many coats does he have or is it just one coat of many colours?</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-all-in-the-game/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2017 14:42:46 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He ran down the pitch with perfect control,<br />
Lifted his head and scored a fine goal.<br />
The crowd starting roaring<br />
To see their man scoring<br />
And his team mates acknowledged that goal.<br />
He raised his right [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/playing-with-style/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2016 17:41:07 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PLAYING WITH STYLE</p>
<p>The boots have arrived<br />
All the way from Milan,<br />
The games will be stylish,<br />
That’s the manager’s plan.<br />
The kit is brand new<br />
All purple and blue,<br />
The shirts are the purple,<br />
The sho [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/in-good-time/#comment-49</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2016 13:09:07 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All for the love of the game. Nice one.</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/england-first-and-last/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2016 11:08:58 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ENGLAND, FIRST AND LAST</p>
<p>Big Sam in a jam<br />
Playing out of position<br />
Scored an own goal<br />
The ref blew full time<br />
Walked off the pitch<br />
The end of the game<br />
Life won’t be the same<br />
For Big Sam.<br />
Ianthe Exall &#8211;  S [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/always-football/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2016 12:39:09 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ALWAYS FOOTBALL</p>
<p>The scarecrow leans against the wall<br />
And at her feet lies an old football.<br />
She cannot play<br />
And nor can I,<br />
But when I look up to the sky<br />
I see the memories of the football days<br />
Just flowing [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>ianthe exall changed their profile picture</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/activity/p/3935/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2016 15:43:12 +0100</pubDate>

				
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				<title>ianthe exall became a registered member</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/activity/p/3933/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2016 15:16:29 +0100</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The wall chart is down<br />
The games are all done,<br />
At the end of the Euro<br />
Portugal won.<br />
There were high spots and low spots,<br />
England was poor,<br />
It didn’t take long<br />
And they were out the back door.<br />
Two high spots b [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/fifty-years-on/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The World Cup was won by England fifty years ago<br />
And there was a very special player<br />
From Fulham you may know.<br />
A solid, strong defender,<br />
George Cohen is his name,<br />
He gave his all to football<br />
For the love of the [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To score or not to score-what is the intention:<br />
Whether it’s nobler striking from the centre<br />
Excessive shots and drives,<br />
Or to volley against a wall of defenders,<br />
And by beating them, scoring.<br />
To aim, to strike a [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/wags-in-the-sixties/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We climbed those steep stairs to the top of the stand,<br />
Where the view of the pitch was total and grand.<br />
We carried our cushions, our coats and our bags,<br />
We were the young 60’s versions<br />
Of what now are called W [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lady-is-a-fan/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s that quizzical look on the faces<br />
That gets me every time,<br />
When I tell them I write about football<br />
And I do it in words that can rhyme.<br />
Is it because I’m a woman<br />
That they don’t understand why I do,<br />
But when [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You took the wrong road Louis<br />
When you came along for the ride,<br />
It’s time to take the long road,<br />
Just turn your back on the side.<br />
Man United now has lost its fire,<br />
Performances have slumped<br />
The situation is d [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Popularity is dipping<br />
The halo is slipping<br />
What say you Jose<br />
It’s not gone your way<br />
How long will you stay<br />
Or will you make way<br />
For another?<br />
He need not be ‘special’<br />
But he must have the mettle<br />
To take on the t [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sterling Silva Costa lot when scattered on the pitch,<br />
And presented quite a Hazard to the teams,<br />
But they all Rose to the challenge<br />
And played with all their Hart,<br />
We’d like to see Zamora that,<br />
Football of our d [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is a splendid tribute statue<br />
Standing straight and proud,<br />
For an icon of the Cottage<br />
And a hero of the crowd.<br />
Hands on hips<br />
And a foot on the ball,<br />
Regarded by Fulham<br />
As the best of them all.<br />
Johnny [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever been real friends with someone<br />
Although you have never met?<br />
I have, and his name is Llew Beaton<br />
And his kindness I’ll never forget.<br />
He contacted me after reading<br />
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				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What has happened to the football game?<br />
The ones that I’m watching just aren’t the same.<br />
No diving, no crowding.<br />
No pulling, no tripping<br />
Is this a sign that standards are slipping?<br />
No in-the-face challenges<br />
To the [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/change-of-season/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fixed stare at the TV screen<br />
No football action to be seen<br />
Cricket-yes, tennis-yes<br />
But football’s gone<br />
My life’s a mess.<br />
Three months now to wait for action<br />
The sport that gives me satisfaction<br />
Withdrawal sym [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-kids-with-the-covered-carts/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The neglected pitch is dry and rough<br />
The goalposts taken down<br />
An abandoned ball all scuffed and grubby<br />
And the side-paths overgrown.<br />
Bleak, unloved and empty<br />
The ground no longer used<br />
Nothing left to shout for<br />
To [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/searching-for-wolves-in-africa/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ‘News of the World’ spread out on the floor,<br />
My Dad walking in through the side door.<br />
“I can’t find the Wolves,<br />
I can’t see the score!<br />
Come help me, I’m looking but can’t look any more!”<br />
That was me way back [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/more-than-a-game/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They came out of the trenches<br />
Not off the benches<br />
And they all raised their hands as a greeting.<br />
The old leather ball<br />
Broke down the wall,<br />
Called a truce<br />
Because of their meeting.<br />
At the end of the game,<br />
‘The G [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-greatest-of-them-all-2/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2014 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the town of Dudley, six miles from the Wolves<br />
I was born many years ago.<br />
Football was the passion there,<br />
A love I was soon to know.<br />
Ten years before I faced the world<br />
A little boy was born.<br />
He too was a Dudley [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-squad-of-64/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Another Derby Day at New Kingsmead<br />
And my first time at that ground,<br />
I took one step on to the turf<br />
And stopped to look around.<br />
The stands were packed with eager fans<br />
Waiting for the action,<br />
And I hoped that our [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-knots-in-the-lace/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 20 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Knots in the Lace</p>
<p>The cupboards have been emptied and the shelves are standing bare,<br />
Except for the faded cardboard box…<br />
And I remember when he placed it there.<br />
With quiet hands I reach for it and slowly b [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Ianthe Exall published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/durban-derby-days/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 07 Nov 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Remember those Durban Derbies<br />
In the days of New Kingsmead,<br />
When football was compelling<br />
And the players a different breed<br />
When United took on City<br />
There was not an empty space<br />
And Castle Corner raised the [&hellip;]</p>
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