A welcome in August
In August 2008, we welcomed the following new contributors to this site :
And we welcome back, a blast from the past :
Isabelle Brittain who last posted in May 2006.
Click on the names above to see that person’s poem(s), or browse some selected first efforts below :
My Worst Nightmare
I had an awful nightmare
I woke up in a sweat
My heart was really racing
My clothes were ringing wet
I dreamt there was no football
Not one game in the land
For in my worst dream of all time
Football had been banned!
The stadiums had all been closed
The pitches all dug up
Old ladies all grew flowers now
Inside the F.A Cup
Footballs had been flattened
And mascots all set free
And football players without jobs
Were sent away to sea
It was a huge disaster
The Worst nightmare of all
‘Cause what would you and all do
If there was no football?
© Andrew Collet
Editor Note:This poem appears in “Football Fever-‘Poems about Football” a collection by John Foster published by Oxford University Press and you can find it or order it from any good bookstores, on Amazon or in any library.
From the Bantams to the Sky Blues
From the Bantams to the Sky Blues
I’ve been a fan for many years
Stood on the Spion Kop in the rain
Can recalll the wind, the rain, the cheers.
Watched in open mouth amazement
At the skill of a young George Best
Running rings around our full back
So much better than all the rest.
If you want a cathedral we’ve got one to spare
Came the chant from the west end crew
Out singing the fans from the Albion,
The Wolves, the Villa, and Leicester too.
So fast forward to the Ricoh Stadium
Please can this be the one when we go up
Because all us true Sky Blue fans are cheesed off
With forever talking about winning the blimmin F.A.Cup !
© kevin halls 21.08.08.
When i was little
When i was little i wanted to be,
a player on the pitch or the referee
scoring the goals, handing out the cards,
sendng players off, kicking the ball yards
When was little i wanted to be,
Just like beckham and wayne rooney
Playing for United, making new friends,
putting in all my effort until the end
When i ws little i wanted to be,
playing every game winning 6-3,
Now i’ve grown up i know what to be
a proud supporter watchin them on TV!
© Isabelle Brittain 23 Aug 2008
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10th February 2023 at 8:45 pm
I misspelt Jimmy’s nickname as it should be Greavsie. Typo !
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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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