Farewell
In the past fortnight, we bid a sad farewell to two Football icons – not World renowned, but they’ve played their part to ensure that they’ll live on in local & National folklore.
Tributes to Ian Porterfield and Ollie Byrne below, plus tributes to Pavarotti, who will always be associated to the football fraternity via his famous rendition of Puccini’s Nessun Dorma, used by the BBC as their anthem for Italia ’90.
Ian Porterfield, R.I.P.
You shocked the mighty Leeds
With your FA Cup winner
You became a household name
We even talked of you over dinner
You’ll forever be remembered
Part of the folklore of ’73
And on Wearside they mourn you
That much is plain to see
But there’s appreciation elsewhere :
Fond memories down at the Bridge
Also in Armenia, Zambia, Trinidad & Tobago
World Cup Qualification – you took them to the ridge
© Clik the mouse, 11th September 2007
Ian Porterfield, died Tuesday 11th September, 2007, aged 61
BBC obituary :
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/6984981.stm
Ollie Byrne, R.I.P.
Shelbourne 4 Limerick 37 0
In the night that was in it,
How else could it end?
The applause for a minute
Brought a lump to each throat.
Limerick 37
Just could not compete,
As we sent him to heaven
Upon a high note.
In the night that was in it,
Emotions ran high.
We needed to win it
And win it in style.
Our financial folly
Has made grown men cry,
But the mem’ries of Ollie
Make stony hearts smile.
In the night that was in it
Each shot found its mark.
The song of the linnet
Was never so sweet.
Poor Lim’rick were caught up
In events off the park,
As circumstance brought up
A crushing defeat.
© Peter Goulding 12th September 2007
In the week we buried Shels legendary supremo Ollie Byrne, Limerick never stood a chance
Italia ’90
That tenor could sing
and I know nothing Opera.
Top of the World Cup.
© John Cox 06 September 2007
I can’t remember any other World Cup songs.
Pavarotti, R.I.P.
Italia 90 :
It’ll long be remembered
For all the big moments …
Pearce’s penalty miss
Packie Bonner’s penalty save
O’Leary’s penalty conversion
Irish pubs’ submersion
Platt’s over the shoulder hook
Gazza’s lachrymonious lapse
Lineker’s concerned : “Boss ‘av a look”
The big scoring little man, Toto Schillaci
The Rijkaard – Voller spat
Roger Milla making love to the corner flags
Waddle’s mid tournament scalping
Plus all the ensuing gags
And of course
The big finish
From the Big Man …
Every time he reaches that crescendo …
Even when I hear it now
It sends shivers up my spine
Song & tournament – so sublime
And all too often it happens, that copycat moment …
Clik ‘has a Gazza’
That year Pavarotti won so many new non-Opera fans
With that rendition of Nessun Dorma –
What a performer!
© Clik the mouse, 07.09.2007
The heavenly choir now has another great performer.
Pavarotti died 06.09.2007.
From BBC Editorial :
In Puccini’s aria, probably the most celebrated moment is the climax, when the word “Vincero” (meaning “I will win”) is sung three times, with the third being the most dramatic – and this was where Pavarotti hit his most thrilling, highest note.
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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
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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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