TOP XI – The Greatest Team Ever Told..On Paper (apart from Melchester Rovers)
eleven men inside my head and each one true and bold
make up our team on paper the greatest ever told –
whose keeper sat and sometimes stood as steadfast as a mast
between the posts young BUDDHA smiled as ev’ry ball flew past
and celebrated ev’ry goal as if it were a party
and hugged his faithful full-backs the mighty LAUREL & HARDY
and with his socks off in bare feet on any Saturday
reliable ST FRANCIS gave evrything away
brought harmony to any team and to opponents too
for every time he won the ball he’d give it back to you
or nod it to Lord KRISHNA who chanting with the fans
would dance up to the half-way line a flute within his hands
at centre half and number five no thought for recompence
bold SOCRATES who taught us all to know thy own defence
and up-front JESUS juggling alongside JIMMY GREAVES
the fisherman and poacher delighting crowds with ease
with ZOLA streaming down the wing like Pegasus he’d fly
then flip the most exquisite chip to make a grown fish cry
and MOSES parting players like Brylcreem parting hair
igniting crowds like bushes strewn tablets evrywhere
while ever-faithful in midfield MOHAMMED he would bring
a solidness so needed at the heart of everything
and on those days when goals dried up and nothing led to much
there in reserve brave SOOTY** would add that magic touch
or maybe bring on MATTHEWS** EUSEBIO** or BECKS**
or PELE** in his heyday that symphony on legs
but no sub-bench would be complete without VASCO DA GAMA**
a captain when the clock ticked by – a stalwart in a drama
so many sparkling football stars that light our planet’s past
long may their names still fill our heads long may their glory last
long may this game we love and loathe be echoed down in rhyme
those players and those moments all gently etched in time
and long may we continue to utter endlessly
both near and far though quite bizarre this football poetry
Notes:
*(apart from Melchester Rovers)
**6 subtitutes-and why not..i mean how could you leave Sooty out..the bloke’s a living legend- over 50 and still playing today.(.well pantommes and TV at least!)
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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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