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Sad Football Poems | Sad Poems About Football

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Details | Epitaph |

Football II

Football II
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
And a poetry soup honourably mentioned poet

Football is a ball sport.  I thought everyone did know.
Sometimes the ball goes in the net. Other times it doesn’t you know.
Who is to blame?  I really do not know.
If all the managers got the sack!  When their team does not play well!
Who would give them a job?  Would you?  As I would not I you can tell.


Football fans are all the same, all seem to scream and yell.
That’s if their team is winning, and if it’s not as well!
I feel sorry for the managers. As if fans had their way.
They will get the sack. And have to survive on no pay.
Now as the fans know what to do.
They should form a committee and manage too.
And if they cannot do the job well!
They can retire themselves as well!
And if you thought I’d say go to hell!
Why, do they play football there as well?

My local radio today is discussing the defeat of Ipswich Town  by Lincon we lost by a very late goal 1-0 . I am not an over keen  fan of the sport since I stopped playing myself many decades ago. The sadness is due to losing to a non league club and subsequently Ipswich have been knocked out of the league competition. I always was told winning was a welcome bonus. It is the taking part that's important. After all Football is only a game. Tin hats Dragon lol 
2 days to go for the USA and hundreds for GB. lol .

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2017



Details | Free verse |

Cap N Gown (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 
In and out of foster homes 
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone 
From school to football practice 
Academy award winner 
my moms was the number one actress 
From football practice 
to back to those two huge oak trees 
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees 
And I know it’s gonna hurt 
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt 
Maybe it’s me being selfish 
But how could I not tell you without a kiss 
Like me expecting to go to war 
and forgetting to enlist 
High school memories was fun and games 
Embarrassment was done in by shame 
Senior days are now numbered 
Summer smirks ever so humble 
Along with my peers 
my misery is pumping me up to fumble 
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown 
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found 
So please don’t cry 
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown 


Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |

Football pains

It was right there, right past our grasps
The playoffs gone just that fast
The last year, it was our final chance
We went hard, but it seems we never had a chance

Tears leave eyes as we undress
Removing our pads to make the burden less
The coach comes in and his eyes are red
Said he was proud of us, we worked until our hearts bled

I just watched, a stoic face and a stoned heart
I showed no emotions but i felt the loss
I embraced the other seniors in my turn
With dry eyes to soothe the burn

The juniors watched us, not quite understanding
But they felt it, the pain we was withstanding
Leaving the locker room, we embraced the ones we loved
Eyed blank as they tried to wipe away the blood

What's past is past, there's nothing we can do
Its just a game, a sport said a few
But when you put that much effort and pain in
And you lose, its hard.. so hard not to be blue

Copyright © William Hughes | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

Does football make you buzz and Football is a ball sport

Does football make you buzz?
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

First I am not a blinking bee.
Nor do a football fan, I be.
So I am feeling good you see.
As at a football match, I don’t be.

If I was, I’d say, ‘so what!’
If our team was beaten by another lot.
Of men playing with the football.
Kicking it about like fools!

All those grown men on the field.
Earning lots of cash no doubt!
Mind you they do make their fans scream and shout.
If in the league, or if knocked out!

If ITFC win, fans moan and groan.
And if they lose, moan on their phone.
I hope not on their mobile, do they moan.
Behind the wheel as they drive home.



Football is a ball sport.

Football is a ball sport.
I thought everyone did know.
Sometimes the ball goes in the net.
Other times it doesn’t you know.  
And who is to blame?  I just do not know.
If all the managers got the sack!
When their teams did not play well.
Who would give them a job?
Are football fans all the same?
As they all seem to scream and yell.
That’s if their team is winning.
Or if it’s not as well.
I feel sorry for the managers.
As if fans had their way.
They would all get the sack.
And survive on no pay.
Now as the fans know what to do.
I suggest they all managed true! 
And if they cannot do very well!
They can retire themselves as well.


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Footballs complicated

>Whoever said football was complicated!!!

Whoever said football was complicated!!!
Was oh so clever, you see.
As when a football team,
is scoring winning goals.
Their fans are full of glee.

But if that same team another game.
Do not play so well.
Or get that football in the net.
That’s when it gets complicated.
And those self- same football fans are upset.

No kind words, do they offer.
As they rant and roam.
Making their way slowly,
out of the football ground and home.

Next week their spirits will be high.
On boozing beer, I do not lie.
So if the football team lose the match that day.
The fans can leave miserably happy I say.

And that’s why football is complicated.
Oh, I guess it was me, who did that say.
Football’s complicated!!! 
Clever old man I am today<

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

I-Claudio

I-Claudio

Eccentric and affable, charming and wily, 
Oozing charm and charisma, staying lucid and smiley, 
The perfect comparison to what came before, 
And he brought us a miracle, now we've showed him the door?

He protected his squad by deflecting the press, 
And with no pressure on them, they had fairy-tale success.
But when the fanfare subsided and with the medals they'd won, 
They forgot Ranieri, and thought 'I'm a big boy, job done'.

Gone was the work rate that he'd built at the start, 
Gone were pizza's, team spirit and most of all heart.
When the boo's started coming it seems most of the squad, 
Rounded back on Ranieri and to me that’s just odd!

And though some of the fans thinks this gives us more chance, 
I don't get the decision and the timing is pants, 
So it's Leicester's own Don who takes this on his chin, 
Though he gave us a trophy we had no right to win.

I hope that the players fight to fix up this mess, 
Once again it is Claudio sacrificed to the press.
For one glorious summer we were fearless and strong, 
Reigning Champions of England, if for not very long.

When this seasons’ consigned to the attic of time, 
Our name's still on that trophy and the memories still mine

Copyright © David Horne | Year Posted 2017