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 […]
Each team would somehow pick itself No boys were left upon the shelf No substitutions, sulks or shame If you showed up, you got a game. . Not 2-3-5 or 4-2-4 But 2-8-12 or even more Six centre-forwards, five right wings Was just the normal run of things . Lined up then in such formations […]
Dad on the Line . I’m playing in this big game New kit, great pitch Proper goals with proper nets All of a sudden With rattle and scarf And a flask of tea … there’s Dad Come on, my son! says Dad Square ball! says Dad We are the champions! says Dad Que sera, sera. […]
Michael Owen Michael Owen, Michael Owen Runs so fast his boots are glowing. Kicks the ball for all his worth Now it’s orbiting the earth. Roger Stevens (1970 – ) . . . Tuesday 27th October 2015 Uhlsport Hellenic League Premier Division k.o.:- 7.45pm Longlevens […]
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 […]
Pippa’s Song The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn, Morning’s at seven The hill-side’s dew pearl’d, The lark’s on the wing, The snail’s on the thorn, God’s in his heaven – All’s right with the world! Robert Browning (1812-1889) . . . Thursday 2nd January 2014 Baker-Joiner Midland Football Alliance k.o.:- 7.45pm […]
Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]
Between The Hops It is tiring stuff watching eleven matches in four days! Enjoyable but tiring! The appetite is whetted, however, rather than sated and after a late night back on Bank Holiday Monday, I was off yet again on my travels on Tuesday evening to ……. Roker Park! No, not that Roker Park, […]
Ahhhh! Slowly, slowly, the drug begins to take effect! Meaningless little friendly matches at first, but very early on a new ground to add to the list speedily followed by four more. It is only the silly season really, still warm, sunny and light in the evenings. Wait till it’s Winter and the gales howl […]
