Below is a link to Football Poets web site, a jewel of a site in bucket of coal.
Now you can console your mates with a poem dedicated to their team. Just make sure you do the honourable thing and credit the poet.
I found this website which brilliantly showcases poetry with a football theme. Comfortable bedfellows indeed, here’s some examples…
Overated…..Overdrawn.
I’m a ex premiership footballer
Who’s now on skid row
But just how I arrived here
I really dont know.
Seventy Five grand a week
When I played for the Mags
Luxury appartments and a selection of jags.
Down in the Bigg Market
Ordering crates of champagne
To help drown my sorrows
When the TOON lost again.
Soon out of the black ( n white)
And into the red
The cash and the bubbles, went straight to my head.
And the very next morning
In the cold light of dawn
Straight round to the cash point
But I’m well overdrawn.
Then the lucrative gravy train
Suddenly ground to a halt
Next stop relegation, but it wasn’t my fault
Their were plenty of others
Who rode on that train
And gave little in return for financial gain.
© Oliver 09
Ode to The one I Love
What would my life have been like,
If I’d never met you?
I’d have no one to rub my head
When I think I have the Man-Flu
I really can’t imagine,
I haven’t got a clue
But at least my Lilywhite Tottenham Hotspur Shirt
Wouldn’t be Blue.
Chorus
It’s Blue, It’s Blue, My Tottenham shirt is Blue
It shouldn’t be that colour but it is now thanks to you.
That’s right when you washed it
Mistakenly with a Blue Sock.
And you pulled it out
And I got quite a shock.
And my Male Pride
Took quite a knock
I couldn’t talk for four days
And all you did was mock.
Repeat Chorus
You didn’t feel bad
About this catastrophic mistake,
That it was my favourite Item of Clothing
No difference it did make.
You said it’s only a stupid shirt from a stupid team
Grow up for god’s sake.
This is the kind of abuse
I had to take.
Repeat Chorus
So even today
When I gaze at the shirt
Imaging it white
I still get quite hurt
Still it’s not Arsenal red
That is some comfort
But be careful with my clothes from now on
Please be more alert.
Repeat Chorus x 2
© Paul H Tubb
A song from my new one man show… This may appear on my myspace page or my youtube page…
http://www.myspace.com/failedrockstar
http://www.youtube.com/user/someonelikemyself
Another ATV production, a lovely documentary made at about the time I started following Chelsea. It resonates with me for many reasons, the hair styles, the social comment, the magic of football and the magic of the midlands.
I’m sure you remember the Pipkins, I’t didn’t click at the time just what a scruffy looking mange ridden creature Hartley was. Bit like Marmite in that you either loved him or hated him…looking back, I love him now. Also, the classic ATV logo is cool, I’d like one printed on a T Shirt.
PS: I remember when Mr Pipkin died, the show wasn’t the same after that. RIP Mr P
(via rych)
Some of the readers comments…
“Leicester is a dying city, what little character this place had is fast being destroyed, no wonder the majority of my friends have moved elsewher eor in the process of looking to move elsewhere. There’s a big plot of land near jewry wall, i’m sure we could fit some student flats in it, how about the silver arcade, that’s been empty for awhile, lets stick some students in there! How about we bulldoze the clock tower, why do we need a big clock, we’ve all got phones and watches, ideal plot for a few student flats. i despair”james, wigston commented on 05-Nov-2009 15:04 Bulldoze the clock tower, are you mad?, and your justification? “We’ve all got phones and watches”. Why not pull down Big Ben while you’re at it for the same reason. I dispute your claim that Leicester is a dying city. Jackie’s got it about right in her comment below.Nice one Jackie!
Honestly, if I’d only got permission to wheel out that dry ice machine up I would have had them in ecstasy. The reason for not allowing the dry ice machine was given as ” Fire Hazard “…
I am contemplating renewing my Draper’s Capers blog after someone claimed to have come by it on the net. Only, I am pleased to announce my capers have become less frequent. So my bloggings will be more observational rather than reporting on my own capers. I hope this won’t mean that my material dries up like …something that’s old and dry.
Certainly it needs updating, for example my favourite pub is now the Trafalgar and not the Alexandra, you see, it was part forced upon me and partly due to the location of my flat that myself and the Trafalgar have adopted each other. I won’t go into the other reason in too much detail suffice to say that it involved a tray of sandwiches, an ill-advised placed appendage, a smirking doorman and a cuddly toy.
‘Hasta La Bisto’
I’m going to The Grove SW19 for a Halloween party next Saturday. There’s a prize for the winner.
After several minutes I thought I might go as…”The Phantom Flan Flinger”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPJ9a3JHfYE&feature=player_embedded
If anyone says “I didn’t see you there” I’ll say..”That’s ‘cos I was a phantom.
Oh, and there are five band’s on too, hopefully not at the same time.
If you want to come down, be my guest. I may not throw a flan at you either.
