Ode To All Would Be Footballers Wives ( Re-Visited)
so what’s so wrong about wanting yeah
to marry a big soccer star
and what’s so wrong about shed-loads of money
and shed- loads of clothes and a car
cause you know what you get when you’re sorted
with you nice little footballer man
you get fat weekly wages for starters
that bring in at least forty grand
and the chance to live somewhere in essex
in a typically mock tudor home
with totally footballer furniture
just a nice massive place of your own
yeah cos i need a guy with the minimum taste
and footballers sure fit the picture
and maybe they’re not all that clever upstairs
but i tell ya they don’t come much richer
yeah and i need a guy who goes fishing
or maybe plays golf at the worst
one who dishes out diamonds and oners
whenever he open his purse
one who opens up big supermarkets
and leaves me alone on weekends
so i can go clubbing while he is away
with one of his nice pop star friends
yeah and i’d like to get off with giggsy
or that david beckham he’d do
maybe drive in a roller with david ginola
or lovely les ferdinand too
but i’d draw the line if they’re married
i don’t want no grief in my life
i wanna go far in the sun or the star
but not being chased by some wife
and i’d never shack up with gazza
or jason shampoo macateer
no i wanna live with a nice soccer star
and i reckon that i’m getting there
but theres only one problem that bugs me
and i feel i’m a bit of a joke
its like i’m heading this ball up against some brick wall
because i’m not a girl im a bloke
© Crispin Thomas 2002
Foot(ball) Note
The new series “Footballers Wives”,shown this week on terrestrial tv,prompted the topical re-appearance of this poem.First written after a documentatry on the same subject some time back..it also appears in the Channel 4 publication “Writing For Kicks” Resource Book .This publication accompanied a series of television programmes
on Channel 4,of the same name,shown on October 2001, which we were delighted to be a part of.More elsewehere on this site somewhere soon as our workshop side expands (hopefully?).The book is aimed primarily at 11-14 year olds and has great in-put from Jim Sweetman,Ian McMillan and more.For more info go to
www.4learning.co.uk/secondary
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5th December 2022 at 8:11 pm
Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
you stand alone
in hogging our attention!
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16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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15th November 2022 at 3:54 pm
Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework. They signed up; they should act. The Qatar tournament takes the World Cup in the opposite direction to that commitment. And 2026 looks like it’ll be even worse.
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8th November 2022 at 2:06 pm
Hi Guys
Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
You probably hate me banging on..and problably know (like me) that my/your not watching the World Cup in Qatar will make no difference.
Of course it won’t. That’s not the point.
OK someone might possibly eventually publish a minimal drop in terrestrial TV viewer numbers, but I fear that is unlikely.
But please above all, do go on writing poems about the World Cup, as/you we have always done. I hate to think a poem or two of mine might l make you feel bad about comenting on a game or country …or that I’ve put you all off about wanting to contribute.
So we’d love to hear from you and read your thoughts and observations, as ever on what’s going on.
Some of us have been here since Football Poets website birth/inception for the Euros 2000 ….
All my best wishes
Crispin
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18th October 2022 at 10:06 am
Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
Great memories Joe . Before Shoot, it was Roy of the Rovers comic too, dropping through my letterbox.
Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
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3rd October 2022 at 8:32 pm
Thanks for the kind words Sharon. Yes, it was a shame with Billy Shako, but with five subs now being allowed, he might yet make it off the bench. Even if it’s just a cameo to close out a poem.
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2nd October 2022 at 1:49 pm
John, your new book is an absolute delight and more please. It’s a shame ‘Swapping Shirts With Shakespeare’ never made it off the bench, but quality football poets light up the writing fields like Roman candles. Go well.
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4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
Good times.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
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18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
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