Poems tagged ‘Wolves’
Terry Wharton Helped Make Wolves My Team ©
Early days when I was caught on,
watching Wolves with a winger named Terry Wharton,
Bolton born, he didn’t need a perfect back lawn,
Terry Wharton ploughed through mud…
no stopping, he always came good.
Fast and direct with a thunderous shot,
and an eye for a goal Terry Wharton had got,
scoring seventy-nine, in his time
as a Wolverhampton Wanderer;
and allow me to say, a hat-trick against WBA,
back in 1963, Wow! Terry Wharton, how happy was he!
Can’t accuse him of being a hider,
with Waggy, he was also a provider,
for other team mates in the game
check the records…if you want to know their name!
A great 10 minutes for fans came when,
Terry Wharton scored twice from a pen,
he made us dream, against Man Utd…
with three ‘all time greats’ in the Red Devils team;
In the North Bank aged only eleven
as Terry Wharton’s penalties
introduced me to football heaven!
In front of 53,000 or so, they fought back as we know,
yet I couldn’t wait for the next game for me to go,
after “A cup tie of which English Football should be proud,”
Kenneth Wolstenholme he did say
that evening on Match of the Day!
These were early days when I was caught on,
watching Wolves with a winger named Terry Wharton,
I shall not forget, and whenever possible I pay my respect;
for memories galore…win, lose or draw!
Terry Wharton passed away
at the age of 83…but for me he’ll always be,
lining up on the right, in a gold shirt, number seven…
preparing me for football heaven,
he made me dream, and helped make Wolves my team!
© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
20/01/2026
Flowers lie for Ron
Flowers lie for Ron
golden giant in defence
back when Wolves were huge ~
Anfield is open again!
Liverpool 4-0 Wolves
Once again the fans return
Anfield is on the go
Singing hard on the Kop
I spot my pal Mario
Salah swoops to score first
Coady with a lapsed header
Anfield erupts in sheer delight
Gini joins in with a cracker
Kelleher solid on his debut
Matip makes it three nil
Semedo beats Mane to it
To send the Reds over the hill
06 12 20
number7
© emdad rahman
Billy Wright – England’s first centurion!
Good teachers are like stars
Lighting paths for the has been
Wolves B against Walsall Wood
After trials aged fourteen
Lad from Ironbridge, Shropshire
Once let go for his size
Was first to reach a hundred caps
When Major Buckley became wise
Took the captaincy from Stan Cullis
No single caution, red card or fine
First Division winner three times
FA Cup in 1949
Century for the Molineux Marvel
Against the Auld enemy
On the shoulders they lifted Billy
Celebrating at Wembley
A career forged through World War Two
Led England 90 times, a record
105 caps with Walter Winterbottom
Three World Cups on the board
15th April 2020
number7
© emdad rahman
#coronachronicles #billywright #wolverhamptonwanderers
My 60th Anniversary
Going to Fellows Park with my Dad
I thought football was simply great
But then came the turning point
For a lad who’d just turned eight
My cousin said come with me
I’ll take you to Molineux
To watch Wolves, who’re top of the league
Come on we’ll go, just me and you.
So there I was, an innocent lad
First game I’d seen without my Dad
Out came the Wolves, led by Billy Wright
And Danny Blanchflower, his lads in white
It was football like I’d never seen
And although we hadn’t won
By the time the final whistle blew
My journey had begun.
And so all through the later years
In West Bromwich I went to school
All my mates being Albion fans
They thought I was a fool
Looking back to that first game
You may think this is a joke
But my overriding memory
Is the smell of cigarette smoke.
Where We Belong
We’ve been here before
We’ve seen the highs and the lows
We’ve rolled with the punches
And absorbed the blows
We’ve been here before
And though we put up a fight
We lasted three seasons
But it just never felt right
We’ve been here before
But it all feels so new
Now we have a Manager
With more than a clue
Now we have players
Who play as a team
The type of players
Who once were a dream
Love us or hate us
We’re here to stay
Earning grudging respect
Along the way
With every match a sell out
The South Bank in full song
We’re back in the top flight
Where we belong.
First Home Game ~ Chelsea 6-2 Wolves .30 Aug ’58 (60 Years On)
I recall that Saturday like yesterday
a steaming summer
our first home game in ‘58
excitement
and childlike expectation in the air
August in London and sweltering
“stand clear of the doors!” “wear your colour!”
“official programme sixpence a go!”
“roasted peanuts ‘tanner’ a bag!”
welcome to the season welcome to Wolves
stopping to gaze at star badges
of Blunstone and Greaves in plastic and blue
as bearing down on Stamford Bridge
those teeming weaving crowds
all short-sleeved in the Fulham Road
and in the distance floodlight pylons
tower and loom on blue blue sky
while sun sparkles on concrete old and open
ninepence for kids one and six for adults
but wait what’s this ? sold out and heaving!!
you said “let’s try bunking in” and we did
between the legs in turnstile mayhem
nervous and torn clutching melting lollies
and passed down the front
we sat in awe upon that track
62,000 behind us baying swaying
and do you remember the score?
six-two
a blur of blue and gold
of goals and cheers
young Jimmy rampant as that crested lion
nabbing five and making the sixth
Billy Wright chasing shadows
you with two ribbons to a wooden rattle stapled
and me in my rough striped scarf
that mum had sat up half the night
embroidering strange names upon
but I wore it in the heat anyway
and later in the street
on neighours walls with chalk for goalposts
between the ice cream van and the pavement
we lived it through again and again and again
and never knew that to this day we always would
Welcome Back!
The Wolves emerged from the undergrowth
And stood on the lush green field.
The pack was so focussed on what lay ahead,
In their minds it was done, signed and sealed.
Further down through the woodlands, the counties and cities,
In an area right by the big river,
The pack from the old Craven Cottage
Was preparing to also deliver.
Two clubs in my life have stepped up together,
Back into the Premier League,
The season has started for Fulham and Wolves
And I’m hoping to see them succeed.
I’ll watch all their games from a distance,
Whether they’re at home or playing away
And at the end of this season in the Premier League
I want to think they will be here to stay.
Ianthe Exall 25th August 2018
Fourth Round at the Etihad
It will be a pity
If we lose to City
But it won’t be a big surprise
Promotion is the aim
Not one day of fame
And Nuno has his eyes on the prize.
And if the cup final
Goes down the urinal
Well some may think that’s tough
But surely it’s right
To reach the top flight
And the silverware will come soon enough.
Our First Home Game in ’58 (Chelsea 6-2 Wolves )
I recall that Saturday like yesterday
a steaming summer
our first home game in ‘58
excitement
and childlike expectation in the air
August in London and sweltering
“stand clear of the doors!” “wear your colour!”
“official programme sixpence a go!”
“roasted peanuts ‘tanner’ a bag!”
welcome to the season welcome to Wolves
stopping to gaze at star badges
of Blunstone and Greaves in plastic and blue
as bearing down on Stamford Bridge
those teeming weaving crowds
all short-sleeved in the Fulham Road
and in the distance floodlight pylons
tower and loom on blue blue sky
while sun sparkles on concrete old and open
ninepence for kids one and six for adults
but wait what’s this ? sold out and heaving!!
you said “let’s try bunking in” and we did
between the legs in turnstile mayhem
nervous and torn clutching melting lollies
and passed down the front
we sat in awe upon that track
62,000 behind us baying swaying
and do you remember the score?
six-two a blur of blue and gold
of goals and cheers
young Jimmy rampant as that crested lion
Billy Wright chasing shadows
you with two ribbons to a wooden rattle stapled
and me in my rough striped scarf
that mum had sat up half the night
embroidering strange names upon
but I wore it in the heat anyway
and later in the street
on neighours walls with chalk for goalposts
between the ice cream van and the pavement
we lived it through again and again and again
and never knew that to this day we always would
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28th July 2026 at 9:40 pm
Hi Denys. Thanks for your kind words. I could have mentioned Dixie Dean but decided not to.
Best wishes, mate
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26th July 2026 at 3:47 pm
Great knowledge of Everton history, Joe.
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Hi Jason,
Sorry I forgot to congratulate you on your excellent poem as well.
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Hi Jason,
Thanks so much for your kind words about Kevin Keegan, a footballer of legendary status and deeply missed.
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Thank you, Crispin. I will defo encorage my bunch to contribute and will of course clear it with staff room.
Many thanks
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22nd July 2026 at 6:48 pm
Great poem Jase.
You are a man of my own heart …
And great to hear that you your students poems from our site.
Keep on and more please
if ever some of your students write anything suitable for here and most importantly they give you permission to publish them, you can always do so under your name referencing their names and the school..and year.
Best Crispin
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22nd July 2026 at 10:29 am
I think this is best thing I have read so far about the legend. Thanks
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22nd July 2026 at 10:22 am
One of the greats, inspired my generation of school kids in the 80s
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23rd May 2026 at 3:35 pm
Hi Crispin,
Thanks for the featured poem for the Arsenal Premier League victory. I love that photo showing the Arsenal ladies and fans in full rattle and rosette mode. I’ve seen it before quite a few times and, I think, a bit iconic. I think it was before the Gunners victory against Liverpool in the 1950 FA Cup Final. Great photograph.
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8th May 2026 at 4:21 pm
Thanks for that Joe. Yes it’s been some season we had a blip but came out of it and finished strong. A mate of mine supports West Ham here in Coventry and my next door neighbour is a Spurs supporter, and both are getting edgy ! I like the Championship though as it’s competitive and has some good teams, players, and fans. Anyway we are back in the top flight and who knows what will happen ?
Cheers. Kev.
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