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				<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2026 10:46:43 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rodborough Fields<br />
Mexico v England<br />
The Prince Albert<br />
Estadio Azteca</p>
<p>Hard to imagine these places conjoined<br />
By anything other than a football match,<br />
But the cochineal beetle from Mexico<br />
Provided the dye for [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 08:00:44 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mate says he’s going to boycott the World Cup:<br />
He says he’s not going to watch any of the matches;<br />
I said you have to set your alarm clock then,<br />
Because sleeping through the night isn’t a boyco [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2026 11:47:33 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Tackle Soccer This Way -Duncan Edwards</em><br />
Was published on New Year’s Day 1958,<br />
A month or so before the Munich Air Crash,<br />
And seven or so weeks before Duncan’s death,<br />
After his agonising struggle against the odd [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2025 17:42:13 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Start your journey at the Platform One Café,<br />
Coffee and croissants and Katie and Rick,<br />
3 tables, 6 chairs, a trunk, 15 railway puzzles<br />
(Always one on the go for travellers with a brief encounter),</p>
<p>Sundry [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2023 16:21:25 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love Wednesday night’s walking football:<br />
The gathering dusk of late October:<br />
Floodlights lighting the way to goal,<br />
While a moon rises high in the sky,<br />
Illuminating childhood memories<br />
Of yesteryear’s Aut [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2023 13:13:20 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It must have been 1965,<br />
We were having a lunchtime kick-about.<br />
‘It’s Good News Week’ by Hedgehoppers’ Anonymous<br />
Was playing on someone’s transistor<br />
Just behind the goal nearest the school,<br />
Someone was puffi [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2022 11:41:12 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When watching Brazil</p>
<p>It&#8217;s just like watching Brazil.</p>
<p>Life&#8217;s like that sometimes.</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2022 17:58:17 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was determined to boycott the World Cup,<br />
And be like Christian in Pilgrim’s Progress:<br />
Avoiding all seductive temptations,<br />
And deceptions from the ‘beautiful game’ &#8211;<br />
For the arguments against watch [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2022 12:30:58 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That autumnal expedition to Brimscombe<br />
Seems all a bit too good to be true:<br />
Cycling past that spring alongside Bagpath,<br />
Where an old Rodborough resident<br />
Once slaked his thirst descending to Brimscombe,<br />
Where [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2022 15:25:38 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was all so just so Just William perfect:<br />
Egg sandwiches, crisps and lemonade<br />
Tucked into your duffel bag,<br />
Together with autograph book, green, red and black biros,<br />
And Ian Allan trainspotter books [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2022 04:11:39 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I’m not sure if there’s a debate here<br />
About determinism and free will,<br />
Or whether there’s just some sort of reflection<br />
On 60 years spent going to the match,<br />
That LS Lowry feeling of being lost in a crowd [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2022 19:47:31 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I felt as though I were in a poem:<br />
‘Afternoons’ by Philip Larkin –<br />
I was off to sheltered accommodation<br />
To see my mother-in-law (91),<br />
Wishing a ‘Good afternoon’ to residents<br />
Out for their slow afternoon [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2021 09:14:59 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The day started well enough: a walk to town<br />
In the soft light of soft autumnal sunshine,<br />
Ridge and furrow with kine in the fields;<br />
Drunken Swindon fans trying to walk straight,<br />
Whilst Lord John bantering with [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2021 17:19:58 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid, I lived for football.<br />
Kicking a ball against a wall,<br />
Playing in the road, using street names as goal posts,<br />
Playing ‘Five and In’,<br />
Practising and practising and practising,<br />
Until it got too [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2021 13:38:59 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ye Prologue:<br />
There’s an old radical tradition<br />
Of beating pots and pans in the street,<br />
Making a public din<br />
(Rather than a private dinner),<br />
Ringing bells, banging pans, blowing horns,<br />
With domestic utensils u [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2021 10:21:05 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When the working class was first given the vote,<br />
The Home Secretary said:<br />
‘We must educate our masters’;</p>
<p>The result was the Education Act,<br />
Which resulted in elementary schools,<br />
Throughout the cities, tow [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2021 20:36:31 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s possible to shout that in umpteen different languages<br />
And still mean it.<br />
‘Fee, Fie, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman’<br />
And what does that smell like?<br />
It smells of Prehistoric Beaker Folk from [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2021 20:24:14 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Buy George, bye George, by George,<br />
It’s my jubilee too this year,<br />
Fifty years of hopes and fears,<br />
And while you couldn’t call my life<br />
A total exercise in active citizenship,<br />
You couldn’t call it total subje [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2021 15:55:01 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At the end of the day<br />
There are no easy games at this level<br />
And two-nil is a dangerous lead<br />
When It’s a game of two halves<br />
But goals win games<br />
And it’s a good touch for a big man<br />
When parking the bus [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2021 09:05:30 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Remember when the Likely Lads<br />
Wanted to avoid the final score?<br />
Well, this was the exact opposite:<br />
A twenty first century digital version<br />
Where we expect constant updates and news.</p>
<p>But don’t get t [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2021 08:57:26 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In Perpetua</p>
<p>Mobile? Strange paradox</p>
<p>Immobile moves</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2020 13:10:07 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It came upon a midnight clear, <br />
That glorious song of old, <br />
When angels bent down to the earth, <br />
And changed machine guns into harps,  <br />
And turned leaden bullets into golden carols <br />
That drifted across no m [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2019 11:05:38 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was the perfect present,<br />
Charles Buchan’s Football Monthly Annual,<br />
A book that took me instantly back<br />
To a brown linoleum floor<br />
And a hot fire cold room winter,<br />
Studying a dog eared package<br />
Of 5 year o [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 16 Dec 2019 12:31:30 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You called on Christmas Eve afternoon,<br />
Carrying an unwrapped parcel,<br />
A gift brought from memory lane:<br />
David Dangerfield’s dad’s football boots,<br />
Slightly battered but proud and dubbined,<br />
Though still sme [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2019 10:49:38 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Summerbees</p>
<p>I knew of Mick and I knew of Nick,<br />
But I didn’t know of your existence,<br />
Until early one morning on the number 46 bus,<br />
When I was reading a Swindon Town programme.</p>
<p>It was back in 1992,<br />
And y [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2019 17:13:44 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you remember that lazy afternoon<br />
Back in August 1958?<br />
Well, I bloody well do mate.<br />
We were sitting on the bunker<br />
At the end of platform four,<br />
Just by the giant semaphore signal,<br />
When 5050 The Earl of St [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2019 18:52:04 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You called on Christmas Eve afternoon,<br />
Carrying an unwrapped parcel,<br />
A gift brought from memory lane:<br />
David Dangerfield’s dad’s football boots,<br />
Slightly battered but proud and dubbinned,<br />
Though still sme [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 16:51:44 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It came upon a midnight clear,<br />
That glorious song of old,<br />
When angels bent down to the earth,<br />
And changed machine guns into harps,<br />
And turned leaden bullets into golden carols<br />
That drifted across no man’s l [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2018 10:06:57 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We must have numbered a football team,<br />
Umbrellas unfurled at the cenotaph,<br />
Where we spoke of Walter Tull and Spurs,<br />
And Swindon Town and Northampton Town<br />
Footballers who fell in the Great War –<br />
The rain p [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 14:02:25 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let the living answer the roll call of the dead:<br />
Walter Tull of Spurs and Northampton Town KIA 1918;<br />
And now the names from Forest Green:<br />
Harry Watts was born in 1891 in Avening.<br />
Harry joined the 6th Signal [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2018 10:25:59 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The tension rises,<br />
So does the thermometer,<br />
And so will England.</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2018 12:55:03 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like visiting the Albert,<br />
I like the way it commands a crossroads, <br />
Welcoming all cardinal points of the compass,<br />
 Just like a traditional inn should,<br />
I particularly like it when the football comes hom [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2018 07:46:48 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From the best of times<br />
To the worst of times, and then!<br />
The best time ever!</p>
<p>Gareth Southgate W1A Penno haiku</p>
<p>&#8216;We own the process.&#8217;<br />
I&#8217;ve no idea what that means &#8211;<br />
But I&#8217;m glad we do.</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2018 10:52:26 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just like Marlene<br />
When falling in love again,<br />
Dietrich can&#8217;t help it &#8230;</p>
<p>I know I shouldn&#8217;t<br />
I shouldn&#8217;t mention the VAR<br />
But I can&#8217;t help it</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/kane-haiku/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2018 13:17:28 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kane proves he&#8217;s able,<br />
Not the brother of Abel;<br />
But still merciless</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2018 12:17:20 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>from Another Way<br />
to a Midnight in Moscow<br />
by the Quorner flag</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2018 13:25:34 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It must have been 1965,<br />
We were having a lunchtime kick-about.<br />
‘It’s Good News Week’ by Hedgehoppers’ Anonymous<br />
Was playing on someone’s transistor<br />
Just behind the goal nearest the school,<br />
Phil Vine was puffi [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 20:50:30 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I’m not sure if there’s a debate here<br />
About determinism and free will,<br />
Or whether there’s just some sort of reflection<br />
On 50 years spent going to the match,<br />
That LS Lowry feeling of being lost in a crowd [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-soul-of-forest-green/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2017 08:38:14 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> I went searching for the soul of Forest Green,<br />
Wandering intuitively, ad hoc<br />
Inferentially, without any<br />
A priori knowledge or insight:<br />
It was a tabula rasa wander.</p>
<p>Northfields Road smacked of enclosed [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2016 11:28:10 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Buddleia in broad gauge bloom down on Stroud station,<br />
Crazy golf flags out at the Brunel Goods Shed,<br />
As I lazily read the Stroud News on the train to London,<br />
Until I came across Rodda Thomas of Crown and [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-sea-is-calm-tonight/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sea is calm tonight.<br />
The tide is full, the moon lies fair<br />
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light<br />
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,<br />
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.<br />
Come to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Enter Edgar, King Lear, Jon Parkin, Ye Beast, Dale Vince as Duke of Frocester, Scotty Bartlett and various morris dancers as footballers</p>
<p>Scene ; The white cliffs of Dover</p>
<p>‘Come on, sir; here&#8217;s the place: stand s [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2016 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our revels are starting &#8211; the game’s to be won,<br />
Tis time to swap shirts before the day’s run,<br />
I swap mine with Shakespeare, with a poem sublime,<br />
Tis all about football, in memory’s rhyme:</p>
<p>‘Sphere! Leather sphere! [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/refugees-welcome/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>‘Referee!</p>
<p>You can see what’s going on!</p>
<p>Don’t look the other way!</p>
<p>You know the history of migration and colonialism!</p>
<p>Remember when Prince Rupert sailed to Barbados,</p>
<p>To keep the islands Royalist after his defea [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not Sherwood FOREST</p>
<p>Nor Lincoln GREEN,</p>
<p>But FOREST GREEN;</p>
<p>Not Robin Hood and Little John,</p>
<p>But Dale Vince and David Drew;</p>
<p>Not outlaws and poachers,</p>
<p>But left-wingers and goal poachers;</p>
<p>Not the pollution of [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2015 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My seat was down the front, right by the pitch,</p>
<p>With a view right out to open fields, new leaf trees,</p>
<p>Scudding clouds, a grand sky horizon, and two billboards</p>
<p>That tried to send their message down to the New [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/forest-green-rovers-and-ww1/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Forest Green was, as historian Tim Barnard comments:</p>
<p>‘A staunchly Non Conformist village,</p>
<p>made up of Baptists and Congregationalists’ &#8211;</p>
<p>Although the club was based at a pub,</p>
<p>‘The Jovial Forester … Lower F [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/jack-russell-and-edward-hogg/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Immaculate in spotless cricket whites,<br />
Keeping wicket on the village green,<br />
Up past Slad’s crossroad war memorial,<br />
Betwixt Purgatory and Paradise,<br />
To where 7323 Private Edward Hogg’s name<br />
(7th Battalion, Glo [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When War broke out, the British public cried<br />
“We’ll be in Berlin by Christmas”. But<br />
By Christmas hundreds of thousands had died,<br />
As Mons, The Marne, Ypres and Messine cut<br />
Down the youth of Europe, while Fland [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-sainsburys-advertisement/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a bit Herbert Marcuse,</p>
<p>A bit One Dimensional Man:</p>
<p>A unification of opposites,</p>
<p>A harmonisation of contradictions,</p>
<p>Where liberal-democratic capitalism</p>
<p>Gives that tantalising illusion of freedom,</p>
<p>Whilst [&hellip;]</p>
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