The pitch upon the village green Still sparkles with its morning dew Except, that is, for one mysterious patch. We fasten Timmy’s dog lead to a bench. . Descending from a battered van The opposing team are not what we expect Older and scowling, oddly kitted out Their goalie has an eye patch and a […]
Who Kicked Cock Robin . Not I said the owl Gazing down sleepy eyed I’m not that kind of fowl And we’re on the same side . Not I said the bee Buzzing back to his hive Cock Robin kicked me And then took a dive. . Not I said the grub My excuse is […]
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 […]
Our Teacher’s A Football Fanatic . Our teacher’s a football fanatic. It’s all that he has on his mind. He listens to games on his headphones, and frets when his team is behind. . He jumps up and down with they’re winning. He screams when they fumble a pass. We know we’re supposed to be […]
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 […]
Dream Football Dream football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s 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 24th April 2015 Precision […]
They ran and shouted, ran and shot (At passing they were not so hot) Pulled a sock up, rolled a sleeve And scored more goals than you’d believe. Slid and tackled, leapt and fell Dodged and dribbled, dived as well Headed, shouldered, elbowed, kneed And half-time in the bushes peed. Yet there was […]
If I speak in pictures then your ears must be my canvas and my tongue a brush that paints the words I want you to imagine Paul Cookson (1961 – ) . . . Tuesday 24th February 2015 Molten Spartan South Midlands League Division I kick-off:- 7.30pm Amersham Town […]
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou amongst the leaves hast never known The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies Where but to think is to be […]
I view the evening bonfires of the sun On hills where morning rains have hissed; The eyeless countenance of the mist Pallidly rising when the summer droughts are done. by Thomas Hardy 1840-1928 . . . Saturday 6th December 2014 FA Carlsberg Vase k.o.:- 3.00pm 3rd Round Bradford Town […]
