The Football Pitch That dad Built (continued) Often the net broke, even with our shots, but it was worth spending time knotting the net together again just to see that one shot hit the top left hand corner leaving the goalie helpless just like Goal of the Month on Match of the Day. by Paul […]
It’s just a Saturday ritual my dear; So have no fear And let’s be clear, I’m not gallivanting, I’ve no bird in tow, Think of it more Like I’m off to a show; I’ll be back before you know. And yes the pub is also part Of the ritual we must trek, But please take […]
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 […]
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 […]
From “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” I met a lady in the meads Full beautiful – a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore; And there I shut her wild, wild eyes […]
