Football Poets

These Days……When football is not quite the same
When football is much more than a game
When football is not all that they claim……These Days.
Those Days……Before diamond formations, Before eight at […]

So our top lad has gone off to referee
In the land of milk and honey
Issuing cards and blowing his whistle
In conditions warm and sunny.
But when I wore my suit of black
And took abuse that was was not […]

For years I stood on windswept terraces
And never thought I’d see
A player displaying on his back
The number Sixty Three.
Wearing boots of pink and purple
And advertising on his chest
A price tag of Thirty […]

Look out Big Sam
Is after your Job
Palace’s Pardew
Or Swansea’s Bob
United’s Jose or City’s Pep
And West Ham’s Bilic
Better watch his step
Mackems’ Moyse
Or The Potters’ Hughes
Big Sam is the lad to fill your shoes.

IN OR OOT, UP OR DOON
EUROPEAN UNION OR THE TOON
BUT NEE NEED TO WORRY
WE’LL AL KNAA SOON
IF WE ARE IN OR OOT
OR UP OR DOON.

Gallowgate flags fly at half mast
Toon legends statues now wearing black
Teardrops fall from leaden skies
Pavel, forever a Geordie in Tyneside eyes.

St James’ Park flags fly at half mast
Club legends statue’s draped in black
Hope’s of Tyneside cruelly slain
The legacy of Ashley’s Eight year reign.

WITH ANOTHER BLEAK SEASON
AND WITH TIME TO ASSESS
I HAVE REACHED THE CONCLUSION
MY CLUBS IN A MESS
A CLUB I COULD CHERISH
FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE
BUT JUST LIKE THE MODERN GAME
I’M AFRAID NO ONE CAN SAVE
AS FOR […]

Of course It’s cold
No use denying that
But I’m wearing me thermals
Me top coat and hat
Price of admission a mere Three pound
A warm welcome awaits
As you enter the ground
Buy a raffle ticket for a worthy cause
As […]

Are ye gannin’ to McClaren’s party
If Forty points we reach
Party hats and poppers
And warmed up bits of quiche
Ice cream will be plentiful
Both strawberry and vanilla
And we’ll celebrate
Gannin’ doon the pan
With […]

Sept the 10th 1958
To have been at ‘The Bridge’
Must have been great
A Six Five Special they said at the time
Joy and heartache on The Thames and The Tyne
Young Greaves scored Two and twice smacked the […]

If you refuse to sell me then I won’t play
Imagine that happening in Shankley’s day
Or youngsters attempting to call the bluff
Of BUSBY, REVIE or MISTER CLOUGH
The CHARLTON brothers, HURST and GREAVES
Spitting out […]

Is there a medic on the bench
Jose’s gone down with a fever
His speech is slurred
He makes no sense
He needs his darling Eva.

I have seen my last goal
I have sang my last song
At St James’ Park I know longer belong
To all those lads who built ships
And all those who mined coals
For the past and the future
The death Knell now tolls
One […]

Miliband’s gone Gleggy’s gone
Leaders falling by the hour
Farrage about to bite the bullet
But John Carver’s still in power……HOW.?

IT WAS COLD AS I EXPECTED
SPRINGTIME HALTED IN IT’S STRIDE
IN THIS NORTH WEST CORNER OF DURHAM
WHERE FOLK ONCE LIVED AND WORKED WITH PRIDE.
FOR I’M AT AN AGE WHEN I CAN REMEMBER
THOSE GLORIOUS WEMBLEY DAYS
WHICH […]

Goodbye John and goodbye Liam
Supporters Unique who followed their dream
Then an act of pure evil, over far away skies
Next came the silence, denials, and lies.

Now at St James’ Park,

Your seats will be […]

I’ll paint Sports Direct on the roof of The Kop
I’ll bring in Joe Kinnear whether you like it or not
I’ll remove the Shankley gates and dispense with tradition
And I’ll sack Brendan Rodgers he shows to much […]