Football Poets

Intriguing poem, Dave. I don’t think that Geoff Hurst shot would have survived VAR or goalline technology, and then where would the history of this country be, eh? Mind you, the Germans got their revenge in South Africa in 2010, when Lampard’s shot was clearly over the line but not given. (Was it a Paraguayan linesman on that occasion?) Plus the innumerable penalty shootouts …  Fifty-five years of hurt, and still counting …

Not too many Nans like her!

Brian Moore, The Big Match…. never missed. But miss it still. If you get my drift!

Thanks for the memories Gacina!

We all (Stamford Bridge acolytes) adore Luca too!

My best friend’s son is named after him!

Clik.

Thanks for bringing back memories Kev!

On point of principle….

I’m not sure I ever paid over the odds for a ticket at the Bridge.

Nearest I came, was myself and two buddies for the Milk Cup Semi Final v Sunderland, 1985. (pre neutral venues)

Instead we retired to the Rising Sun to watch it live on tv, with all the real action happening just hundreds of yards away ! Surreal!

Even more surreal, me, the littlest puniest fella ever, got singled out by some yobbo as one to goad! Aye, by one of our (supposed) own. A Neanderthal from the bad old days.

Still, we won! And my mates shepherded me to safety, true pals. Unfortunately, Mick has since joined Ossie, but Neil and myself are still flying the blue flag together.

Respect.

For the record, Kevin and I met once at the Bridge, true Blues penning from the heart!

And with Crispin too, must be something magic in those boots at the Bridge!

Blimey Dave,

you don’t want much do you!!!   😉

Fred Astaire / Alan Shearer……

We can all dream on!

Gr8 poem.

clik

Kev,

thanks for sharing!

“Tug the sub”

wish I’d thought of that, kushti!

I’m old skool, so I thought TT was bang out of order with his post match comments re CHO.

But have to admit, Callum and the rest of the boys have stepped up to the Mark…. (deutschemark – geddit?!?)

Clik.

Thanks for sharing Denys,

I always look forward to your poems.

“Blue is the colour” as my tribe would say!

And happily, we followed your suit!

One nil win at Anfield for us last night.

Though granted, you’ll revel much more in the bragging rights!!!

Clik

(Carlo Thatsyerlotti …… our loss is your gain!!)

Thanks for sharing Gacina… a great insight….

I reckon there’s the mother of all earthquakes in the offing….

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Thanks for sharing Patrick….

Methinks there’s proper respect….. on both sides of the story.

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Thanks for sharing Greg!

All of us Dads have been there!

My proudest moment in life (towering over any game I ever won) was when my lad (“Patrick the Hat-trick”, as in 3rd born) powered in a penalty shootout into the top corner – the littlest fella on the pitch and yet the coolest customer! And yes they won their final! (I couldn’t believe it – he was the little Billy Bremner / Chopper Harris throwback, and yet Le Tiss like when it mattered!!!!)

BTW…. as to the poem…

it wasn’t me!

Yes, I played against Addlestone!

I was a skinny little wretch that turned up every week on the sideline, until eventually at about age 15 I sprouted and developed… I reckon I was Dennis Irwin before Dennis Irwin!

Only… I was playing in the black and green stripes of Hampton Hill Celtic…. (yes we started out as green and white hoops). Happy days!

But as a Dad, my watching brief has been here in Ireland.