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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2026 14:06:18 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On the Friday before the gates swing wide,<br />
 and the new season’s first whistle calls, <br />
the faithful gather in Marple Bridge, <br />
at the Royal Scot’s familiar walls.</p>
<p>They come for those who graced the park,<br />
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 14:38:16 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Big lad, big heart, Stockport born and bred,<br />
A United fan in scarlet red.<br />
Though Edgeley Park still knew his face,<br />
For County too, he’d find a place.</p>
<p>David Hazelhurst? That’s what it said.<br />
But “Nu [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 06:32:32 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On the pitch where glory&#8217;s freshly won,<br />
Argentina basked beneath the sun.<br />
Yet voices rose in wounded pride:<br />
&#8220;Spain showed disrespect!&#8221; they loudly cried.<br />
As ribbons fell and songs took flight,<br />
their triumph [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2026 12:25:37 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From captain&#8217;s armband to the manager&#8217;s chair,<br />
Chally returned to answer County&#8217;s prayer.<br />
Eleven years in non-league shadows cast,<br />
he took us back to The Football League at last.</p>
<p>Edgeley Park was roaring when [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2026 12:09:18 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Before the match, the rituals begin,<br />
A sacred routine to guarantee a win.<br />
Lucky boxers worn only on game day,<br />
Lucky socks with heels and toes worn away.</p>
<p>Beans on burnt toast, the champion’s feast,<br />
Right t [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2026 06:28:41 +0100</pubDate>

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<p>At a table of blue where the floodlights still gleam,<br />
Three kings of a city, the soul of a dream.<br />
Colin Bell, ever-gliding, the ghost in the field,<br />
Francis Lee, fierce and fiery, unyielding, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 07:12:33 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful x</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan&#039;s profile was updated</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 05:33:23 +0100</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2026 11:56:50 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Seven times we’ve made the way,<br />
To Wembley Stadium for Final’s day,<br />
With Stockport hearts we travel down,<br />
In hope our lads will take the crown.</p>
<p>Four times at the old Twin Towers,<br />
We dreamed of glory, lon [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2026 09:18:05 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In towns and cities far and wide,<br />
A question stirs, keeps football fans tied,<br />
What defines a supporter, loyal and true?<br />
The answer lies in the miles, just a few.</p>
<p>From the North to the South, it matters [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2026 13:48:29 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you recall the Hand of God?<br />
Yeah, Maradona, the cheating sod.<br />
A ghostly touch, a thief’s delight,<br />
Yet Argentines still cheer that night.</p>
<p>Or when Zidane’s head met Materazzi,<br />
A legend’s end, so bold, so br [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2026 10:40:22 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Down Wembley Way the coaches roll,<br />
with scarves, with beers and sausage rolls.<br />
Beneath the arch so vast and white,<br />
two ‘Hatters’ clash in London light.</p>
<p>In Stockport town, in days of yore,<br />
they stitched sil [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2026 15:08:49 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Long live Phil Robinson,<br />
a diamond true,<br />
Stockport County through and through,<br />
hope and heartbreak, loss and win,<br />
He wore them easy, with that grin,<br />
no grudges held, no bitterness sown,<br />
he stood his ground, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2026 12:57:45 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Outside a pub in town,<br />
not blue, not red,<br />
there was a sign for proper fans,<br />
this is what it said:</p>
<p><em>NO HALF &amp; HALF SCARVES.<br />
NO EXCEPTIONS.<br />
CHUCK ‘EM IN THE BIN.<br />
CLEAR YOUR CONSCIENCE.</em></p>
<p>I knew at once t [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 13:01:02 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2026 12:55:23 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, the glory of non-league play,<br />
Where football’s played the proper way.<br />
No diving divas or corporate glee,<br />
Just heart and soul,<br />
at an affordable fee.</p>
<p>Ramshackle stadiums,<br />
a single small stand,<br />
With l [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2026 11:44:11 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I miss the match in bygone days, when whistles pierced the smoky haze,<br />
And factory roofs and ashen skies, framed Saturdays before our eyes.<br />
The ground would take us in its keep, a human tide, both loud and [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2025 11:47:32 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He stood in line, with hope and pride, for tickets to the game,<br />
Three seats he sought, with mates in mind, many times before, he’d done the same<br />
But lo! The clerk, with steely gaze, said, &#8220;Tell me, kind old g [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 07:50:57 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Through winter’s breath and icy fate,<br />
A dream took flight yet met too late,<br />
Young hearts that burned with fearless grace,<br />
Were lost upon the sky’s embrace.<br />
Geoff Bent, a loyal soul so true,<br />
A servant str [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 07:47:48 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The engines roared, the snow fell white,<br />
Through winter’s grip they took their flight.<br />
A team of promise, young and bold,<br />
With dreams of glory yet untold.</p>
<p>But fate was cruel, the sky grew black,<br />
The third a [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2025 07:32:30 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At a table of dreams where legends convene,<br />
Three giants of football, immortal, serene.<br />
George Best, with flair like a brushstroke divine,<br />
Bobby Charlton, the heartbeat, steadfast and fine.<br />
Denis Law, a [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 11:10:45 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 07:50:33 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I set off at the usual time,<br />
With steps rehearsed, a ritual rhyme.<br />
I park the car where I always do,<br />
But the emptiness lingered, sharp and true.<br />
I walk to the ground, a familiar path,<br />
Chat to friends, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 20 Aug 2024 05:57:17 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Football’s back, the crowd’s go wild,<br />
brand new kit for every child,<br />
the beautiful game is back in play,<br />
where players strut and display,<br />
their outlandish haircuts, bold and bright,<br />
a fashion statement, it’ [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2024 09:15:35 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Who cares if it wasn’t a pen, against the Dutch,<br />
When luck rolls its dice, we’ve not had much,<br />
Maradona’s handball in ’86,<br />
A dirty trick that history couldn&#8217;t fix,<br />
In France 98, all our hopes were marred, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2024 06:39:39 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the Euros’ first week, the tension was tight,<br />
No easy games, every team had to fight.<br />
Portugal edged the Czech’s, just by a hair,<br />
A 2-1 victory, nerves in the air.</p>
<p>Denmark and Slovenia, an ent [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2024 05:44:55 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 66 we won the cup,<br />
The football world was shaken up.<br />
But since then, it seems, we&#8217;ve had a curse,<br />
Our football luck&#8217;s been quite perverse.<br />
In 1970, we gave it a try,<br />
But in the quarter-finals waved [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 15:20:37 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2024 09:31:42 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the depths of sorrow, where pain runs deep<br />
Where hearts are shattered and tears silently weep<br />
A football club emerges, a beacon of hope<br />
For bereaved fathers, a lifeline to cope</p>
<p>For our lost little ones, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2023 06:34:40 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the realm of men&#8217;s camaraderie, so strong,<br />
We gather, we bond, and we get along.<br />
We drink together, sharing laughs and cheers,<br />
And face the world,<br />
conquering our fears.<br />
In dressing rooms, our sanctuaries [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2023 14:06:03 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our family football scarf holds many memories, from its time within our clan,<br />
Some fantastic tales come with it, as it&#8217;s passed from man to man.</p>
<p>Great, great granddad Jim told how he got the scarf when he went [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2023 10:06:08 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But through it all, we&#8217;ve stood tall,<br />
Defying odds, we&#8217;ll never fall.<br />
For in our hearts, the fire&#8217;s strong,<br />
Though times are tough, we&#8217;ll carry on.<br />
The days of blue, they&#8217;ll fade away,<br />
Replaced by skies of [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2023 09:59:05 +0100</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2018 16:25:33 +0000</pubDate>

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<p>When I was a toddler, I was good never bad,<br />
All I ever thought of, was going to footie with dad.<br />
But I was very poorly, and my mum was so sad,<br />
She could see all I wanted, was to go to footie [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/another-man-down/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2016 09:09:21 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s been the worse year for loss, that we can ever remember,<br />
There’s another man down, before the end of December.<br />
He was a friend a brother and somebody’s son,<br />
A husband a father, a special someo [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan changed their profile picture</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/activity/p/8741/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2016 08:49:10 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Phil Brennan became a registered member</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/activity/p/8699/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2016 18:32:44 +0000</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/valentines-day/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Roses are red, violets are blue,<br />
I can’t see you today love, the lads are at Crewe!!</p>
<p>It’s a day when a man shows just where his love lies,<br />
And to be honest you can’t really beat the Gresty Road pies. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/football-alphabet/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A is for Armband, a captain wears proud<br />
B is for Ball, only one is allowed<br />
C is for Cards, either yellow or red<br />
D is for Defend, with feet, body and head<br />
E is for Enjoyment, when our team wins a game<br />
F is for [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/just-passing-by/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The many many days of blue<br />
And dark nights we’ve all been through<br />
They’re just passing by</p>
<p>The half truths and lies<br />
And people we’ve come to despise<br />
The sneaky cheats<br />
And words we can’t repeat<br />
For those who wou [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/big-keith/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My heart goes out to his family<br />
And to all whose paths he crossed<br />
I’m sure he’ll be fondly remembered<br />
By the players that he ‘bossed’</p>
<p>Indeed all who ever met him<br />
Say only good things about ‘big Keith’<br />
Th [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/please-god/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s a lovely town is Stockport,<br />
a place to enjoy the famous local beer<br />
But the one thing that could make it even better,<br />
would be a visit from you this year</p>
<p>You see the Devil’s been working overtime,<br />
to tak [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-devil-is-a-rugby-fan/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Devil came down to Stockport<br />
He was looking to cause some harm<br />
He worked his evil on Edgeley Park,<br />
Some of its people, and also Manor Farm</p>
<p>He got good people to turn a blind eye<br />
Then the bad ones to cause [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/on-the-brink/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ‘protest’ march is on this week,<br />
And for those who may ask &#8220;Why?&#8221;<br />
It’s to raise the public’s awareness,<br />
Tthat ‘our’ club is about to die<br />
Mr. Curtis and Co. please take note,<br />
You were brought in to help us sur [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/75-grand/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What could you do with 75 grand?<br />
It could go in the bank, or straight in your hand<br />
And I don’t mean winnings, after a lucky streak<br />
I’m talking 75 big ones, at the end of every week</p>
<p>Because I&#8217;ve heard a story, abo [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/if-all-footballers-were-pop-songs/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If all footballers were pop songs, John Terry could be ‘Please don’t go’<br />
Robbie Fowler could be ‘Down under’, City’s new signings could be ‘Hello’<br />
Michael Owen could be ‘Back in the high life’; Peter Crouch could [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/i-could-do-that-2/</link>
				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whilst watching my ‘best goals video’ I thought ‘I could do that myself’<br />
Like the goal scored at Edgeley Park, by Leeds United’s Fabian Delph<br />
That wonderful overhead kick, by West Ham’s Trevor Sinclair<br />
Or [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Phil Brennan published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-if-i-dont-make-it/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“What if I don’t make it”? The little boy said to his dad<br />
“I’ve got two left feet and a sheriff’s badge, it really makes me mad”,<br />
“I want you to be proud of me, and I will practice all day long,<br />
But if I [&hellip;]</p>
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