Spellbound . The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. . The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. . Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes […]
In the bleak midwinter In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. . Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes […]
To Autumn Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatched-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd and plump the hazel […]
July 2021 WILL OF THE NATION I will stand – side by sideWave the flag, salute the shirtCelebrate this magicFor all the years of so called hurt Enjoy all the euphoriaGive my full supportBut I will not boo an anthemIn the name of sport I will not sneer at those who kneelWill not whistle, will […]
A second Lockdown from 9th November until 2nd December was ordered by the Tory Government, so precious few opportunities to see football matches in November, but compensated for by several walks of varying lengths, despite some typically seasonal weather! . . Why I Love football Why do you love football? What do you see in it? Why […]
. Remember when we used to changeIn the back of a Triumph HeraldA lovely little motor carOwned by our goalie Gerald.In the boot he kept the corner flagsThe team kit and his bootsOur Sunday morning ritualFootball, and It’s grass roots.We could never use the dressing roomsThey were always out of orderWindows smashed, Showers wreckedThanks to […]
THEY’RE WEARING CRICKET PADS UP IN HEAVEN John J O’Connor 18th April 2020 “Why are you putting on cricket pads?”says God to old Saint Pete.“Cos Norman Hunter’s coming upand he’s dangerous with his feet. We’ll put him on Cloud number Sixwhere he can hang his England Caps on pegsthe cloud is already christened as‘ Norman […]
