“Soccer” by Derek Jensen The Beautiful Game, inflamer of passion, Maker of legends and timeless skill; The sport of the world, whether rich or poor. From the packed dirt streets of Africa, To the green grass pitches in England, Is that matchless, extrordinary, game of games played. It’s a game of running, yet not always all out. It’s a game […]
Dad stomped in, all grumpy and sore, He stamped his feet and slammed the door. He growled and grimaced and threw down his coat, And made funny noises down his throat. Then mum said kindly, “Don’t worry dear…” “United might still win again this year.” By Rachel Appleyard . Sunday 1st March 2020Austrian Bundesliga SK […]
Soccer . When I hear the whistle It’s like a cannon Giving the signal for the game to start A war between warriors With a victory on their mind With the aim of bypassing the keeper, Getting the ball inside the goal The ball touching the net Setting off the crowd Hearing the screams From […]
Net to net rolls the ball with the feet fast they scroll the kicks find the bar too small too hard to score a goal! . Sweats it out the forward saves it tough the one at back like a fort he must guard not allow a crack! . On the grass no guide or […]
Michael Owen Michael Owen, Michael Owen Runs so fast his boots are glowing. Kicks the ball for all his worth Now it’s orbiting the earth. Roger Stevens (1970 – ) . . . Tuesday 27th October 2015 Uhlsport Hellenic League Premier Division k.o.:- 7.45pm Longlevens […]
The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday 24th February 2014 Calor Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 Central Beaconsfield SYCOB […]
Marcus, don’t argue with the ref. Yes, he needs glasses Yes, he should keep up with play Yes, he’s a pawn In some international betting syndicate But don’t argue with him He’ll send you off. And if he doesn’t, I will. ………… Marcus, what did I say? I warned you You’re argumentative He was bound […]
This time of the year is spent in good cheer, And neighbors together do meet To sit by the fire, with friendly desire, Each other in love to greet; Old grudges forgot are put in the pot, All sorrows aside they lay; The old and the young doth carol this song To drive the cold […]
