FIXTURES Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to commune with Mother Nature. But what can I do? It’s out of my hands: Nigeria are playing Croatia. . What’s that? Another meal on your own? You’re quite right, there is nothing bleaker. But this is the big one. I’ve waited all day. Switzerland […]
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 (1937 – ) . . . Saturday 2nd December 2017 JD […]
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 fans in the stand are silent You could hear the fall of a pin For the fabulous game just ended And the tale that’s about to begin. . From “The Goals of Billy Boot” by Allan Ahlberg (1937 – ) Saturday 3rd December 2016 Ryman Isthmian League Division 1 North Brightlingsea Regent 3 […]
In honour of my first visit to Larkhall Athletic, and in remembrance of fallen soldiers from The Great War, I re-produce this poem was which part of the official programme for their match against AFC Totton (see below). The Lark From Wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn The guns have brayed without abate; And now the […]
A biting cold gnawing at the bones Freezing the marrow at the source I dare to be so bold to wear a T-shirt Body fluttering like a sparrow in the devil’s hour There is nothing like brisk air to shake […]
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 […]
