Ode to Everton . When at Thy call my weary feet I turn The gates of paradise are opened wide At Goodison I know a man can learn Rapture more rich than Anfield can provide. In Coulter’s skill and Geldard’s subtle speed I see displayed in all its matchless bounty The power of which the […]
Touchline Shouting Touchline shouting, that’s all I ever hear, I’m so confused and filled with fear. I’m only ten years old and football should be fun, But with all this noise I don’t know which way to run. “Get back in defence!” my manager shouts. Dad shouts, “Get up front and deal with these louts!” […]
Football – The Most Beautiful Game . After stepping into the field there is no way out even before you start the game you hear the fans shout . The players then sings their anthem its football…… the most beautiful game….. . And when the whistle blows the crowd starts their roar in the 90 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Lullaby for a Referee’s Baby . The pitch is cold and dark The night is dark and deep The players all have gone to bed So sleep, baby, sleep . The whistle’s on the shelf The boots are in a heap The kit is in the laundry bag So sleep, baby, sleep . The house […]
Hen wlad fy Nhadau (Land of My Fathers) Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi, Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri; Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwladgarwyr tra mad, Dros ryddid collasant eu gwaed. . Gwlad, gwlad, pleidiol wyf i’m gwlad. Tra môr yn fur i’r bur hoff bau, O bydded i’r hen iaith […]
