A welcome in September and October 2009
In September and October 2009, we welcomed the following new contributors to this site :
Margaret Mitchell
Reece Sparks
Darren Kelly
Phil McNulty
(not sure if that’s the same Phil McNulty – BBC online Football journalist, whose blogs I/we enjoy).
And from the Model English School, we welcome :
Click on the names above to see that person’s poem(s), or browse some selected first efforts below :
Football Crazy
A winding snake of footballs rank and file
All in one colour. All singing one song
Fans surging forward. In crocodile style
invisible forces, convey them along
Strong with belief that this time they’ll win
They enter the fortress ready to fight
Excitement orgasmic, or something akin
The stadiums packed a wondrous sight
Well, the day has been good and the match was close run
But we all leave subdued ‘cos the other team won!!
© margaret mitchell
Terrace Menace
Near post. Well in- Go on ref.
Well in. Good ball-To his feet.
Good ball. Face up- Run them back.
Face up. Again- Bring it out.
Again. Go on- Pass inside.
Go on. Own time- Flag’s up ref.
Own time. Nice one- To his head.
Elbows. Book him- Referee!
Book him. Get off- Go home ref.
Get off. Man on- Push them out.
Man on. Hold him- Play it back.
Hold him. Get up- Come on Sean.
Get up. Handball- It’s a foul.
Handball. Book him- Flag’s up ref .
Book him. Heads up- Push them back.
Heads up. Come on- Referee!
Come on. Our ball- Come on Port.
Our ball. Well in- Come on Port.
Go on Smithy – On your own.
Go on Boothy- Not that way.
Come on Yellows- Go on lads.
He’s well offside- where’s the flag?
Get off liner- Come on Port.
Obstruction ref- What was that?
Get up Nancy- She’s not dead.
Get up Snow White- Referee!
Wake up yellows- Have a dig.
Have a go lads- One of you.
Come on liner- Well out there.
Nice one liner- Our ball lads.
In your own time- Push them out.
Come on Danny-Well in lad.
Well in. Nice cross- Come on boys.
Penalty ref- Referee!
Come on. Our ball- Come on Port
Our ball. Well in- Come on Port
© Phil McNulty
one nil down
Love is wearing ruby red across your chest
When the sea of blue waves across at you in jest
To find your voice when all around you feigns death
To hear the supportive roar with your every breath.
To taste the onions in the air
Reminds you life can be one big fun fair.
Superstition and prayers surround the ground
It’s a pity the ref is as blind as renowned!!
© darren kelly 29.10.09
Was completed after man utd went one nil down at city.
Football Mad
I love football because it makes me happy
I love football because i get to play with my mates
I love football because it gives me a challange
In the football stadium they open up the gates
All the players on the grass
Hurry hurry quickly pass
All the attackers scoring a goal
The opposing team shoot and hit the pole
All the fans shouting around the pitch
All the players whizzing like a witch
When its half time its time to rest
Which team will be the best
Its nealy time to end the game
Which team will win and get the fame
Look at the players doing their skills
I just think that football is brill
© Reece Sparkes
this is my first poem about my favorite sport
Soccer Match
there comes a match
everyone wants to catch
here goes the whistle
every player on a mission
5 minutes gonne nil nil
the game is locked
but no-one frowns
in the 10th
there comes the moment
as a player scores from a dribble
in the 30th
more fun ahead
as they are awarded spotkick
rejoice everywhere
as experts say
what a match!
© rohan bendre
this poem describes the importance of ans and the role played by fans in the sucess of their team.
Editor:Thanks Rohan.Edited it slightly for you.
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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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