October review
What a month!
We bid a sad farewell to Ken Bigley, Bill Nicholson and John Peel.
May they Rest In Peace.
In October, we welcomed first time submissions from the following :
Matt Phillips
Graham Bell
Mark Thomas
mottman
Tony Walsh – a Manchester-based performance poet
Johnny Wallman
James Edgar
Neil MacLeod
S B Ingle
Jim Ramsay
Steve Wickham : Steve would be familiar to most of you as one of the members of The Waterboys (one of my very favourite bands).
We also welcomed into the world, young George Wilkinson, son and heir to one of our regular poets, Grimsby Town fan Alistair Wilkinson.
We also saw a welcome return from poets who’ve not posted in a long while : Declan Houton and Joe Reid.
Trying to choose a poem to highlight this month, was really difficult.
I’d recommend :
Declan Houton’s ‘Wayne Rooney Debut’
Parry Maguire’s tribute to Ken Bigley : ‘No Football in Liverpool Today’
‘Crispins Corner’ editorial page for John Peel tributes and also Crispin’s recent workshops
Mottman’s Hillsborough tribute : ‘Cry me a tear’ which includes the names of all 96 victims
Graham Bell’s ‘Giants of Glasgow’
& emphasising the ‘welcome’ theme :
Alistair Wilkinson’s proud daddy ditty : ‘Thank You Uncle Peter’ and also his plaintive ‘How Can I Persuade Him?’
Alan McKean added his congratulations with the following contribution :
Blank Canvas
A new blank canvas
Arrives with each new baby
Ensure its best use
© Alan McKean
I’d like to take that theme and offer :
Haiku for George Wilkinson
A gaping net
Dad’s determination decrees
A Grimsby catch
© Clik the mouse
In the end I’ve plumped for three poems, starting with this poignant double from Mark Thomas :
Friday Night
Football match
Friday night
Steaming cup of tea
Big rosette
Bobble hat
Dad sitting next to me
Big arms
Keep me warm
A love for all to see
Floodlights
Come on Whites!
Lets’s get two or three
Hear my prayer
Take me back there
If only that could be …
© Mark Thomas
Like many Liverpool supporters from the Birkenhead side of the River Mersey, my first “live” football experience was watching Tranmere Rovers. Great memories. Thanks Dad.
The Empty Seat
From his seat he watched Jack Balmer, Billy Liddell then Roger Hunt
Then his favourite was Kevin Keegan when he played up the front
From that seat he clapped and cheered each and every Ian Rush goal
And how he idolised Robbie Fowler when he filled the goal king’s role
By the time of Michael Owen’s reign he found it harder to take his seat
That Scouse spirit was still willing but the flesh it was growing weak
Djibril Cisse is the new young gun. He had dreamed of seeing him score
Ticket in pocket, he passed away. Never quite made it through his door
The turnstiles clicked and the stadium filled. The Kop turned up the heat
Nobody gave thought to where he was. He was now the empty seat
Dedicated to all who have been “the empty seat”.
© Mark Thomas
CONCENTRATED EFFORT
Concentrating.
Really hard.
It is
really hard
To focus on the league
When our eyesights been ruined
by trying to make out faded sepia faces
Of our last cupwinning team
© S B Ingle 28.10.2004
Yes. Norwich City won the Frist Division Championship last season.
No. “Grandad” hasn’t stopped going on about the ’59 cup run.
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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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