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THE NEW ENGLAND FOOTBALL TEAM MANAGER - SAM ALLARDYCE by Ashton, Darryl
THERE IS FOOTBALL by Grenness , Julie
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FOOTBALL EXISTS by Grenness , Julie
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Super Bowl Day

They're playing in the bowl tomorrow
and we are so very proud.
We Seahawk fans are loyal
and also very loud.
We'll be settled by our TV sets
before the game begins.
We'll stay for the fifth quarter
no matter which side wins.
I'm thinking of my men folks
who had cheered them through the years.
Are they watching them from Heaven
and applauding with loud cheers?

The Seahawk's  franchise was formed
back in Nineteen Seventy-Six.
My husband and four brothers
would yell like lunatics
when the Seahawks added to their score
And it seemed as though they'd win.
I would look at them all yelling
and would shudder at the din.

Then when my son was older,
he joined that happy crew.
I threw in the towel and recognized
I would have to join them too.
They taught me all about first downs
and field goals and touch downs also
and many of the games intricacies
that a good fan needs to know.

My husband and my brothers
and even my loved son
have all gone on before before me
Their cheering on Earth is done.
I wish that they could be here
to see their loved team play.
Daughters and grandchildren will cheer with me
tomorrow on Super Bowl Day.

By: Joyce Johnson



Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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Future Superstar

The world welcomes a newborn baby boy. To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy. Right now of course, he is so small. It won't be long before he is big and tall. As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack. The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback. He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound. I'm sure a sports superstar will be found. Inspired by another member's poem


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014

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Johnny Football

At Texas A & M, he played at quarterback. The young man led a prolific offensive attack. He gave up his last two years at college. Apparently, he needed money more than the knowledge. He was selected by an NFL team in the first round. This fall, at a football field in Cleveland he will be found. Johnny, put on that helmet and pads right away. Browns fans are hoping you will save the day.


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014

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SUPERBOWL SUNDAY


There’s a new American Holiday, guess what it is my football loving friends,
It’s a classical sport of champions, where helmet headed, game geared
Warriors challenge raw brawn against skill’s swiftness, to conquer and win,
With screaming fans, cheering on these gladiators’ in this deadly modern
Arena of clashing titans!
On Super Bowl Sunday, the pigskin faithful gather, around the big colored screen
Altar of entertainment, divided team factions residing on living room sectionals,
Ready to cheer for their favorite NFL sporting champions!
  Golden Trophies of victory’s honored bound glory, to conquests shinning
Athletes whom have surpassed all rivals in competition field of battle,
On this sacred Super Bowl Sunday! 
Endurance's brutal game of physical strength and agilities stamina,
Pit raw natural force against skills mental intelligence, placed upon
Each line of defensive prowess exudes bravery’s finest, producing
Distinguished, and extraordinary ability’s athletic mark of excellence!
Lit are the flames of American glory, as flash bulbs flicker from every
Fan filed level of this modern televised colosseum, above fly’s the
Goodyear blimp, flashing messages of sportsmanship to millions
Aboard!
Within thousands of U.S.A. homes views watch with awes quiets hush,
Awaiting for the next plays excitement to take place on this massive
Green turfed stage, locked gazes of stern concentration as hearts beat
With accelerations thrilling anticipation, the rooms explosive force erupts,
With one words announcement, field goal!
It’s the half times rock party festival, while tunes of fans recover,
For the next thrill ride, to victory’s finest moments of achievements
To occur, for legacy’s future generations state of remembrance recall,
In yesteryears to come, fathers unto sons, and mothers unto daughters,
Will say, “Yes, I saw that play, and I’ll never forget it either!”
At the final battle line drawn the rival warriors take to their marked
Positions, fierce animalistic growling is heard as these diehard gladiators,’
Prepare for the ultimate collision point of no return, again anticipations
Hush returns, the silence is deafening, as a nations heart rate is set
On maximum overloads racing pace!
What earthquake shake could rattle more severely at a continental
Seam, as the underdog team wins the final championship, the victory’s
Golden trophy is placed within the grasp of these athletic giants,
Whom have proved themselves true winners once and for all!
There’s a new American Holiday, guess what it is my football loving friends,
It’s a classical sport of champions, where helmet headed, game geared
Warriors challenge raw brawn against skill’s swiftness, to concur and win,
With screaming fans, cheering on these gladiators’ in this deadly modern
Arena of clashing titans!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO: LINDA THE POET DESTROYER









Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

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A Religious Man

I sat in church listening to the preacher
Without hearing a single word he said
I was thinking about the football scores
And my favorite team instead

As they passed around the collection plate
I put my money in
Wondering just what was the going rate 
To have God absolve you of your sin

When it came time to share a sign of peace
I turned to the pretty lady in the red dress
Giving her my most pious smile
Trying real hard to impress

I shook the preacher’s hand at the door
Saying I loved his sermon that day
Anxious to get out of my tie
And to be on my merry way

As I stopped at the traffic light
With the windows down in my new car
A homeless man walked up to me
And started talking real bizarre

He said, “You know there’s nothing special about Sundays
Nothing special about the building they call a church
By simply going through the ritual
You don’t improve what your soul is worth”

“If you would rather be watching football games
You can talk to me some other time when you are free
And twenty dollars in a collection basket
Doesn’t buy your soul out of poverty”

“That lady in the red dress
Is much too young for you
And you have to fix the relationship you are in
Before moving on to someplace new”

The cars were honking from behind me
Because the traffic light was green
I turned around to shout at them
Then turned back and that man was nowhere to be seen

I drove the rest of the way home in a haze
Wondering if I imagined the whole scene
But when I turned on the football game
That man was in a commercial on my screen

“So think about the words I said
And talk to me on your own time
In a location of your choosing
When you are in the right frame of mind”

“I am always available to hear you
And provide guidance along the way
But the outcome of these football games
Is not a thing for which to pray”

So, I gave up church on Sundays
And I donate to other charities instead
And today I am a more religious man
Always conversing with God inside my head


Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

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THE DALLAS COWBOYS

THE DALLAS COWBOYS

Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are the hail storms victorous
Breed, the eye of the hurricane riders, searching for their
Well-deserved trophy of fortunes honor! 
Remove your cowboy’s hats of respect unto them, ladies
Curtsy with reverences motion, for these athletes are
Endurance’s best, and they shall overcome against
Any opposing finest challengers, these rangers of the
Old western traditions, that carry this country’s time
Honored name of the cowboy to the ultimate extreme,
Of skill and strength’s dexterity!
Dallas all plain drifters of purity’s valor, head to head
No bull horns about it, these are the champions of the
Gladiatorial games in the world of sportsmanship!
Yielding unto no oppositions combatants, these warriors
Hold their ground with distinctions sheer magnificence!
Let those world famous cheerleaders scream with every
Field goal achieved, for these beauties know that no
Other team in footballs annals will score, to the level
Of these good old boys, named by fame's hall of records,
The famous Dallas Cowboys, heehaw and God bless hum!
Now listen you city slicking team of sports hall of fameing
Seekers, you’d better go back to your home fields of 
Advantages, for hear in this lone star state, we take no
Prisoners, and show no mercy to out lander's!
Here in the ALAMO state of freedoms calling,
We remember our heritage standing tall and 
Proud against all odds, blazoned in bullets
Historical legends, our grand team barres
The name of fore-barriers proudly, those
Pioneer’s men known, as the all American
Cowboys!
These six-shooters whom rode the die hard tails,
Across a new world creating a country of freedom,
Where only the tumble-weeds rolled, and desert dust,
Coached a man’s thirst almost to madness!
Now in traditions sport of men, a new team of desperado’s,
Threatens this lone star state, but have no fear my fellow
Texans for our Dallas Cowboys will send them packing,
With a good old boy’s field goals smacking, so I’ll cheer
Them on, waving my hat in the evening air, yelling heehaw,
Go get hum boys!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
FOR LINDA THE DESTROYER
ROCK ON SISTER POET









Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
They'll make the 'magic' that's on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.



Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Cristiano Ronaldo

Came to Manchester United as an 18 year old
With a lot of potential and talent to use
Back then you were just a cocky showboat
But you practised everyday and had the right attitude

Your determination, passion and desire
To keep improving has to be admired
Sir Alex Ferguson said you’re the most talented player he’s ever had 
And you said he was like your football dad

You amaze us all with your skills and tricks
You get frustrated at yourself for any shot you miss
In my eyes you will be the greatest ever
Thank you for all the memories you gave us in Manchester

You never hid the fact it was your goal to be the best
Well you’ve achieved that
I remember when I cried when you left
Us for Madrid, hopefully one day you will be back

People call you “arrogant” because of your desire to be the greatest
But you’re humble as you do a lot for charity and people who need it
You even paid 50k out of your own money for a child’s cancer treatment
You wanted to be the best and you’ve achieved it

Each year you just keep getting better
And continue to amaze me
Most football fans consider you one of the greatest ever
Thank you for all the inspiration you have gave me

As a kid you hit a teacher with a chair because she made fun of your Portuguese accent
You were constantly told you wouldn’t make it as a footballer
Now it’s you who’s laughing
Anytime people told you, you couldn’t, you stood taller

Last night you won your third ballon D’or
Giving us football fans a lot of moments of heaven
In almost every match you score
You will always be the best Cristiano Ronaldo 7 


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

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Game Day

Mighty Ducks win the game
Pass the ball perfect the play
There's so much riding on your fame
Men clad in armor win the day

The crowds are grumbling they've all gone wild
The stripes bad call has hardened your trial
Yard by yard your penalties mass
But you'll take the lead with a touchdown pass

86 yards with a kick return 
Your rival now should show concern 
We love your power your drive your speed
The beer the bets the company

Football Game day 
Phones be texting
Tailgate fun scores projecting 
Simple fun that's life affecting

It's more than manly testosterone 
That compels us to the game
It's teamwork pride the thrill of the fight
How the underdog pushed and overcame 

Sports and competition have always been a way of life 
Revealing the mighty but also the contrite
Teaching lessons of brotherhood
More victory together than alone we ever could 

So when we gather scream and shout 
Seemingly insane over a meaningless thing
Remember this on Game Day proud
When from the rest of life we simply check out

Is it really so bad to drink too much 
With Oregon's O displayed 
Colored faces worshiping the Duck
When they fumble we yell O  F_ _ _ 

Be it victory or cruel defeat
There's more to this than meets the eye
It's about families, lovers and the best of friends
Gathering to play to laugh and to cry

Game Day for the Oregon Duck
Of our team we're so damn proud
As a fan have you made the cut
Or resigned to just miss out 








Copyright © Sarai Romani | Year Posted 2013

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FOOTBALL

its a game
has a name
you need the tools
to kick over the wall
THATS
FOOTBALL


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

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World Cup 2014

Pain in Spain
Bland England
Shame in the game
Who do you blame
When your approach is lame
Three lions or three blind mice?
I wonder


Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014

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Game Day

(Every year I write a charge for my team at the beginning of football season. It is a joy to combine two of my passions and I encourage you to write about your passions, whatever they may be.)



Now in the hills of Morgantown there was a football team
Starting a quest to be the best that most would call a dream
And how they did, "a dream and more" said the pundits on TV
The Mountaineers can't win this year - but soon the blind shall see
Because when one team rises up and dons the Gold and Blue
They bring the weight of our whole state and there's NOTHING they can't do
So believe with me once more my friends - the hills are gonna sing
From mountain to valley, we'll start up the rally, our battle cry will ring
Take heart to hope and believe again; set those expectations higher
We'll have some fun and when we're done we just might start a fire
Let's flood the field with thunderous shouts, let the earth quake with our cheers
Come on, who's in? We're going to win!! LET'S GO MOUNTAINEERS!!!


Copyright © Andrew Loud | Year Posted 2014

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The Football Manager

Translating ideas through energetic muscles and calculative minds is his doing knowledgeable tricks and wise options converted to the physical for the honour and glory is his aim. The one at the top of the chain possesses his own repertoire. A personality with tactical onus is the one and only expectation. Catastrophic it is; when such a charisma is tempered with An effective philosophy gives him fame but ambiguity in strategy wins the point a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette a loss- he treats so diabolical. Every attack is a litmus test mental kunfu blended naturally with physical dynamism in display closing down angles, tight markings speed injection, courage cultivation, identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons, massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters all for a harvest of victory coming from the equations of his thoughts watered by distinctive motivational skills. A team player who's always outside the line The football Manager is he!


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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It is more than a Game

Some people would say that Football is just a game,
Others say life and football are the same.
That it is more than just making calls,
And throwing a funny shaped ball,
Some say its about the intensity and passion above all,
Its a feeling they get on the field after they win a game.
It does not matter if it rains or snows,
They will be out there,
Because football is all they know,
So if you ask them is football just a game?
They will answer that quick and without any shame!


Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2014

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Enjoy the Game

Super Bowl Sunday is finally here
same excitement as Staubach and Griese
drinkers have an excuse to drink more beer
today’s Super Bowl not sure if I’ll see

the Super Bowl is much more than a game
those commercials bring excitement also
Fritos and Pepsi will also get fame
for many the game is the only show

I’ve have been to two Super Bowl parties
last one was the Chargers and the Niners
I worked those Mondays without a tardy
I’m not granddad I’m not with those miners

so eat drink and enjoy the game today
once the work week starts there is no more play






Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Princesses

Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!


Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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Football

Football

A new dawn has come
He showers and puts on his lucky tee
Sits and waits in his lounge chair
Times has come
He kicks and runs 
Catches and tackles 
His blood pressure goes up 
All from his recliner chair
He cheers and howlers
Rants and raves 
Dammit!! 
Yes!! 
Oregon Ducks 48,
Wyoming Cowboys 14

 By Eve Roper 9/25/2014


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

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THE SOUL OF A FOOTBALLER

The passion that is stashed 
inside the core of his soul.
When the lightning spark of his foot
walloped and whisked the ball ,
His efforts led its way towards the awaiting goal.
Its swift manoeuvre captured a thousand eyes.
which is cached in the practice of future minds.
That movement is encapsulated in soccer's history
by the cherished ideals of football glory.
Pele's refined finesse and Ronaldo's prowess as a footballer.
Maradona: "THE GOLDEN BOY" with the dancing ball
and Messi : "THE ATOMIC FLEA" 
whose spirit taught him to succeed.
The forever illuminated faces whose endeavor will never die.
How will you know if you never even try.
Tread inside the HEART of a FOOTBALLER.
and thou will understand: When he wins a match
WHY DO TEARS APPEAR.

BECAUSE FOOTBALL IS NOT JUST A BALL...


Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

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IT WAS WAR BLOOD AND GORE

It was war Blood and gore One by one they lined up and took their designated places They stood across from one another with their war faces. Battles are dark I wear the mark The General yelled for ammunition Loaded and released without hesitation His aim is sure But less than pure The wounded are removed from the field Both sides are determined and neither yield Young Teenage boys Playing with toys One side will win this hard fought battle Bodies will fall and treated like cattle Children maimed No one blamed The winners get one point for their effort But both teams leave covered in dirt Except for one youngster Decides he's no soldier Even in the worse of instincts lays hope Not everyman smokes violence like dope Our folly continues With few breakthroughs Playing high school football can be futile So many young boys lie on a broken pile That is the crime Cut in their prime One boy will be forever called wimp As he bravely leaves with a life long limp Just like war Blood and gore


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell



Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Six Man Dance

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Out in small town Texas, a handshake is a deal.
Folks go to church on Sunday, say grace at every meal.
Men open doors for ladies, kids say sir and ma'am.
Boys can't wait to join the Corps, and serve their Uncle Sam.

But if you were to go there, come autumn Friday nights
the place might be deserted, when the whole darn town unites,
upon a spread of hallowed ground, a grassy green expanse,
to celebrate their civic pride and watch the six man dance.

Now this dance is not for sissies, and I think you would agree
if you knew a bit about a man by the name of Jack Pardee.
Yep, they call it six man football, and they don’t get much acclaim.
They don't play for scholarships, but for the glory of the game.

Three up front and three in back, any lad can be the man
to pass or catch or run the ball, and kick it if he can.
A first down costs you fifteen yards; a field goal gets you four.
You’ll hardly wait two minutes there before another score.

Because for those without some speed, this game is not contrived,
and if one team can't keep it up, they might get forty-fived.
That's what they call the mercy rule, 'cause scoring is so fast.
No point in running up the tab when one team is outclassed.

So if you want a taste of life the way it used to be,
where folks can trust each other and kids can still run free,
and there’s a game where little fellers surely stand a chance,
drive out to small town Texas, and watch the six man dance.

© December 9, 2012


Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2012

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WORLD CUP

Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!









Copyright © joyce wolayo | Year Posted 2014

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Ronaldo and Messi

The two greatwst footballers of this generation
I'm sick of seeing people constantly compare them both
they are equally great and both deserve our appreciation
I'm still amazed at the amount of records they've broke

it's not about who's best it's who you like more
no one is ready to challenge them for the Ballon D'or
Messi has stayed loyal to Barcelona ans his record is hard to believe
Ronaldo has proved himself in the two hardest leagues

Abusing one cause you like the other is embarrassing
a lot of people call Ronaldo Arrogant
but they have arrogance confused with his desire to be the best
should he be hated for having that desire inside of his chest?

People keep saying they both need to win a world cup
Ronaldo has more internet followers cause he's the one girls love
they're the two greatest of this generation this is not debatable
their football talents are unmistakable

one day they'll retire and hat-tricks will become the highlight of a players season
rather than to be expected every game
stop comparing them, there's no reason
they're equally great and their records won't be matched again


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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The football

>I am not a keen fan of football, although I  did play for my team when in the army, I played left outside, sorry I mean outside left.  Watching the TV the other night.  Something triggered my brain cell to write about:-

The Football.

The football I used long ago.
Was made of leather, now you know.

Inside it had a bag of air.
I do not kid, it was just there.

Was not light, took quite a kick.
If headed, made you feel quite sick. 

Men were men, in days of old.
I was one.  So just be told.

Watched a match.  The other day.
On TV when I switched on I say.

Was that a beach ball?  I did see.
In pretty colours, he he he.

As I watched the match a while.
With just a tap, ball flew a mile.

Well not quite that far, it's true.
But tap it about, players did do.

Were some players swimmers, for they did dive.
Brought on my face, a certain smile.

Earn't a penalty.  One did do.
Missed scoring the goal, he did it's true.

Football rose high in the air.
If rugby two points would be there.

But kick that ball, they sure did do.
So could my missus, I'm telling you.

She'd get that ball in the net.
As none would dare stop her, of that I'll bet.

But as that football looks so gay.
With pretty colours, I meant to say.

I guess them men could play all day.
As no one took their ball away.

Pretty ball diving too.
Is that football? I'm asking you.

If boys and girls come out to play.
They use balls like that every day.

Oh! It's hero worship, did you say?
Playing with coloured footballs today.

Well on that footnote I'm away.
To colour my football today.

I have to thank Dragon's auto punctuation for commas and full-stops. Although I had to type  this statement myself as all Dragon did was  , and . Have a nice day all you who read this here. If you do not, well I hope you have a nice day anyway, but you will never know I said that will you? (The mad Author)<




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