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!” […]
How to Score Goals Approach with the ball Sudden Sound of bagpipes (For this you will need an accomplice) Goal . Approach with ball Plus cake Sing “Happy Birthday to you!” Invite goalie to blow his candles out etc. . Approach with ball Point skywards Say,”Oh look – a vulture!” (he will have forgotten the […]
Everton supporters song from the 1960s . Bless ’em all Bless ’em all Bless ’em all The long and the short and the tall Bless wee Alex and Royston, too Bless all the boys that are playing in Blue Can you identify the two Everton players mentioned in the ditty? . . . Saturday 3rd […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday 24th February 2014 Calor Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 Central Beaconsfield SYCOB […]
Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent; Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian,and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne. – John […]
It was a bit of a comedown getting back to dear old Blighty! Between the last match at SC Veendam on Monday 23rd January, I only saw three more matches before the end of the month! I did come back from Holland nursing a bad chest but when has that stopped me in the past? […]
