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Poems tagged ‘Leicester City’

Fiery Foxes outfought

Liverpool 2-1 Leicester

It was late, so very late
Maddison, then Milner’s penalty
Liverpool nick it at the death
Injury time win over Leicester City

Brendan returned to Anfield
His Foxes burrowed a hole
Mane sets a new Reds benchmark
With a 50th top flight goal

Albrighton brings down Mane
VAR said it wasn’t fair
Klopp celebrates wildly
Rodgers turns away in despair

05 10 19

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© emdad rahman

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a face in the crowd

a face in the crowd
the low sun and a pigeon
slowly cross the pitch

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Gordon Banks – England’s number one

Pele screamed “Gol”
Alberto and Jairzinho tricky
Banks saves heart and soul
Modestly terming it “lucky”

Brilliance from the World Cup winner
In the heat of Guadalajara
Chesterfield, Leicester, Stoke, FIFA
Named six times keeper of the year

Once the Kop lauded merrily
“Nice work, Gordon,” sang the ranks
Lap of honour with Bill Shankly
You’ll never walk alone Gordon Banks

Gordon Banks 1937-2019

12 02 19

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The Noisy Walk Home

a Boxing Day drink
on the way to the football
strangely quiet streets

a ‘topping up’
in the Sir Robert Peel
before the match
talk of Christmas and how
we’d be pleased with a draw

outside the ground
we fuel up further
pre-match fervour
free beer and mince pies
provided by the club

our Leicester Foxes
famously beat Man City
the noisy walk home

Paul Conneally
December 26th 2018

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Not Wiped Out

not wiped out but mapped
our dreams and the ground
helicopter blades

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Swapping Roles With Shakespeare

Back when William claimed our world’s just a stage
And we are merely players one and all
Was he inspired with quill upon the page
Or horrified and shocked by this football?

Did our great Bard endure and watch them play
That rough and tumble long ‘ere rules began
From his window on any given day
In muddy streets with bladder spheres to hand

Did his namesake see how oft seasons arch
Or expect that he’d be coach instead
Did Claudio beware the Ides of March
Did some backstage cry out ‘Off with his head’?

Can Craig dismiss this dark and barren spell
So we can all say all’s well that ends well ?

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