Portsmouth vs Stockport (22nd of December, 2001)

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The players start their warm up,
They jump and kick and run,
They dart between the shadows,
Made by the sinking sun.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Fans shiver in the cold,
And the stadium is full,
The reff blows on his whistle,
And Pompey kicks the ball.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Things aren’t too exciting,
It’s colder than it seemed,
Pompey’s playing poorly,
The match could go to any team.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Three-quarter hours passes,
Our hands are cold and sore,
Reff signals the first half to end,
And still there is no score.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When the second half has started,
And the sky is filled with cloud,
Crouch heads the ball into the net,
But the goal is disallowed.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Eventually Pompey scores,
Again Crouch heads the ball,
Then Lovell’s fine second goal,
Draws great cheers from us all.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The ref then blows his whistle,
To end the triumphant game,
The fans just all go wild,
And Pompey wins again.


Since I live in Australia, I hardly ever get to see my team, Portsmouth, play. So after one very triumphant match, I had to write about it…..

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/portsmouth-vs-stockport-22nd-of-december-2001/