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January 2016

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 […]

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The End of The Year

Dad on the Line . I’m playing in this big game New kit, great pitch Proper goals with proper nets All of a sudden With rattle and scarf And a flask of tea … there’s Dad Come on, my son! says Dad Square ball! says Dad We are the champions! says Dad Que sera, sera. […]

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Minor Matters!

 Dream Football Dream Football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainers bucket Your mother has set up a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants. by Allan Ahlberg (1938 – ) . . . Friday 26th Sept 2014 Chromasport […]

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FA Vase Weekend

Brian, brilliant header. Unstoppable Now let’s see if you can do it again At their end Yes, and another thingI know your dad’s an expert I can hear him We can all hear him But take no notice – right? If I’d wanted to play you through the middle I would not have picked you […]

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Pleasant Pastures in Perivale and Mad Marauding Muntjacs

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”   Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]

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It’s Got 0-0 Written All Over It

My mind’s frustration weighs Heavier than failure. Alas, my heart and I Know not how to endure. – Sri Chinmoy     Easter Monday 1st April 2013 Chromasport & Trophies United Counties League k.o.:- midday Premier Division Wellingborough Town                             1   […]

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Back down to Earth!

Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian,and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne.  – John […]

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