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Poems tagged ‘World Cup’

World Cup day 2

Emdad Rahman

Friday, June 15th, 2018

Day 2

Unlucky Pharaohs sucker punched

Egypt 0-1 Uruguay

There’s a mystery in Ekaterinburg
Where missing seats are aplenty
Suarez looked well sluggish
But Cavani is equally lively

Carlos Sanchez’s free kick
Evades the rookie El Shenawy
Giménez heads in for Uruguay
A first opening win since 1970

We saw a defensive masterclass
Egypt now look to get on track
Godin was simply flawless
But Salah will soon be back

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No boots, no sweat

Morocco 0-1 Iran

So a second African team
Succumbed to a late strike
Iran win with seconds to spare
To stick two fingers up at Nike

It may have been to Queiroz
“The hardest group of the World Cup”
With only a second ever win
His team are surely on the up

Again this one settled late
No boots, no sweat
Aziz Bouhaddouz defending a set piece
Heading into his own net

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Ronaldo 3-3 Spain

Portugal 3-3 Spain

At the table of Ronaldo
The whole of Portugal sups
He’s now the fourth ever player
To score at four World Cups

Penalty gold in the first half
Who else but Ronaldo
Two from the bullish Costa
A swerving screamer from Nacho

I called it the moment the ref blew
Ronnie’s 51st career hat trick
This thrilling Group B opener
Squared with a vicious late free kick

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World Cup day 1: Hosts kick off World Cup in style

Emdad Rahman

Thursday, June 14th, 2018

Russia 5-0 Saudi Arabia

Seemed the Saudis had better luck
Finding the moon than the net
Gazinskiy gives the Russia lead
The hosts they hardly broke sweat

It’s the first goal of the World Cup
But Dzagoev left in pain
Cheryshev with two superb goals
Green Falcons truly slayed

Dzyuba heads in a fourth
Golovin curls in a free-kick
Saudi were quite simply awful
Pizzi is in for some stick

Then there’s Yasir Al Shahrani
24 times he gave away the ball
Misplacing a third of his passes.
Eid Mubarak to all

14 06 18

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Too Few Blues haiku

Dachlan Cartwright

Sunday, June 10th, 2018

Argie Geordie Viking
Funes Pickford Sigurdsson
Silvery Brandstanding

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Ray Wilkins 1956 – 2018

Emdad Rahman

Thursday, April 5th, 2018

At the tender age of eighteen
Stamford Bridge he made his mark
The boy did ‘dangerously well’
A class act on and off the park

Deft touches and radar passes
Is how we’ll celebrate Ray
That lob and chip against Belgique
Elegant and masterful play

An FA Cup final curler
Ray rocked the mic at Wembley
He valued the small people
The cleaner, the fan, the trainee

Old Firm stunner for that Ibrox hero
Today he’d be England’s Pirlo
Leggenda Rossonera
Ciao Ray from the San Siro

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BECKHAM’S FREE KICK BRINGS ENGLAND INTO THE WORLD CUP

Alfredo Iván Álvarez

Monday, December 4th, 2017

The English fog sets in the sky.

For qualification
in front of the blue forest
Beckham has taken
the Excalibur sword
out of the stone and the steel
shines on his leg.

While he awaits
the whistle of hostilities
in the forest he sees
blue Greek shadows
following every rose
that attempts to bloom alone.

When the whistle sounds
one only darkness awakes
breaking the tombstone
built 9 meters in front–

His saber caresses
a silver bent in the sky
glittering a plated path
through out the day:

The ball daring dawn
ran atop the perfect depth
hacking the bay and ward
and slashing the jugular of the net.

The goal bleeds.
Like dying inertia
Greek navy shadows
are turned to ghosts.

One only rosebush
of many Britain buds
blooms on the field:

Unbent, an English vapor ship
sails across the grandstands.

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In The Year of 66

Crispin Thomas

Monday, August 1st, 2016

In the year of 66
glad to be alive
mirrors on my Vespa
TV 175
we were tasting freedom
school was long and gone
working in the city
trying to find our song
and I get misty-eyed sometimes
thinking back to then
and days when England triumphed….
will we see them again?

Motown on the player
Soul to R & B
from a Mod to Hippy
hanging at the Scene*
Otis Redding James Brown
Dylan called the tune
Four Tops and Temptations
in my bed-sit room..
nights at the Flamingo*
Georgie Fame would play
all night at La Discotheque*
and home at break of day
Beatles played their last live gig
change was coming soon
King’s Road boutiques blasting out
‘Sunny Afternoon’
Summer in the city
magic in the air
fever grew as we got through
excitement ev’rywhere
and we were part of something
a simpler People’s Game
and scenes we saw in sixty six…
will we see them again?

players on our level
we were working class
rattles hats rosettes and scarves
in that long gone past
poetry in motion
ran throughout the team
as a nation held its breath
caught up in the dream…
Bobby Charlton’s bursting runs
Stiley’s toothless grin..
watching on the black and white
as Hursty banged them in ~
still as clear as yesterday
here inside my head
diff’rent days and diff’rent times
diff’rent lives we led
and in the street we shared it all
from bomb sites to the park
World Cup matches with our mates
there til after dark
something oh so special
fifty years ago
we were young and having fun
but old enough to know
the moments that we went through
we grasped them with both hands
there before our ‘teles’
right across the land….
and i still get that feeling
the wonder tinged with pain
and scenes we saw in sixty six….
will we see them again?

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