Football Wedding Match . It’s a special day for us all We’ve been waiting till now To run with the ball Stood in the sidelines Cheering them on Wondering when the game would be won Now that it’s here we can hardly wait Crowds are here for this special date We’ve come to see the […]
Mud Football . After dividing ourselves And having dressed In near angelic whiteness Do we stroll upon the field We shout our guttural cries Ritual insults as required By the customs of the game The we gather to our respective sides And with a kick of pigskin We are off Flurries of muck Marking our […]
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 […]
Why do you love football by Candy Simpson . Why do you love football? What do you see in it? Why not watch another sport Like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket? . Well let me answer that my friend And put your mind at rest I love the beautiful game Because it’s simply the best . […]
From “The Goals of Bingo Boot” by Allan Ahlberg The Devil sat in his chairman’s chair And spoke in Bingo’s ear ‘I’ve pulled a few strings, I must confess, To arrange your transfer here. For we’ve got this little match, y’see (And I’ve got this little bet) Away to The Heavenly City And we’ve never […]
from:- “The Goals of Bingo Boot” And all the while in streets and parks On pitches large or small Without a proper pair of boots Sometimes without a ball! With tin cans in the clattering yard In weather cold or hot Young Bingo shimmied left and right And scored with every shot . His poor […]
The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee (From “The Destruction of Sennacherib” by Lord Byron 1815) Monday 3rd October 2016 […]
Each team would somehow pick itself No boys were left upon the shelf No substitutions, sulks or shame If you showed up, you got a game. . Not 2-3-5 or 4-2-4 But 2-8-12 or even more Six centre-forwards, five right wings Was just the normal run of things . Lined up then in such formations […]
Picture this, you’re gazing down Upon that smoky factory town. Weaves of streets spread out, converge And from the houses boys emerge. . Boys in boots and boys in wellies Skinny boys and boys with bellies Tiny boys with untied laces Brainy boys with violin cases . The match was played to certain rules By […]
