1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A release of pent up emotion
means goalscorers do very odd things.
The headless chicken’s a favourite,
much squawking and flapping of wings.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One of my first childhood memories
when I switched on to ‘Match of the Day’
was to see Mick Channon’s windmill
as the Southampton striker made hay.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Running around the corner flag
was Cameroonian Milla’s thing;
copyright old Frank Lampard
when he made the Irons fans sing.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In the nineties Klinsmann’s bellyflop
was his own parody of a dive
whereas the more casual scorer
prefers a quick hug or high five.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When Geordie Ketsbaia’s tantrum
resulted in numerous kicks
it was said his extreme reaction
came from not being picked.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 At Swindon we had Fjortoft’s fly-past;
At St James’s Big Al’s salute;
now down at Pompey’s Fratton Park
they have Lua Lua’s loop the loop.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Robbie Keane’s cartwheel for Tottenham
has been seen by the fans at the Lane
whilst armchair fans’ glimpse of the ‘Monty’
will be witnessed again and again.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Other humorous celebrations
include Earnshaw’s machine gun routine;
Prolific Thierry Henry
prefers, instead, to look mean.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 And what about my celebrations?
Do I mimic my heroes of yore?
Truth be told I’m too knackered
and, IF I score, just flop to the floor.



There’s nothing like that feeling when the ball kisses the back of the net.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/celebrations/