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I am England til I die because England is I.
I am England in my heart, I am England in my eyes,
I am England in my sleep, I am England when I rise,
I am England on the land, in the sea and in the skies.
I will fly high the flag of red and white,
I will do it everyday, I will do it every night,
I will fly it in the peace, I will fly it in the fight.
I will fly it when we're good, I will fly it when we're sh**e.
When England needs, we all fight, we all bleed.
We are together in defeat and together in victory.
I am England with an English heartbeat,
I am England from my head to my feet.
I am England and the feeling is sweet.
We are England and we are complete.
I am England til I die.
I am England with pride.
I am England for life.
I AM ENGLAND,
I AM ENGLAND,
and England is I.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
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
THE CLOSING SEASON OF WORLD FOOTBALL
The football season is
closing, and the teams
are doing battle,
Some are fighting
relegation - some are
hoping for promotion.
All over Europe - be it
France, Spain or
Even in Italy - they
start their football
The highs and lows
of the football clubs,
Some are celebrating
in the pubs.
but some are in tears
as they face their
Being relegated - it all
ends up in tears.
In Europe and beyond -
football is the game,
In America they also
play it - soccer is the
For every man wants
to be a brilliant football
And if they do keep
on winning - they head
straight to the bar!
And let's not forget
the managers - who
really are stressed out.
their decisions - even
if in doubt.
The fans too play a big
part - they cheer their
team to win.
And then they go to
the bar - for a swift
large tasty GIN!
I have NO doubt that
in my mind the game
is all about money.
And the English Premier
League - is the league
of milk and honey.
It is were the money
is - and every team
wants to be there.
But you really have to
be brilliant - the money
is the lure!
There is great wealth
in the football game -
this is oh so true,
There's a lot of
entertainment - for me
and for you.
The season is a long
one - and players do
But they always do
recover - and play on
So, who will be promoted?
and who will be relegated?
The moment of truth is
closing in - it soon will be
Good luck to all the teams
who are fighting for their
Always have faith - and
say a prayer - and you
may get a nice surprise!
Good luck to everyone of
you - I mean that all so
There are quite a few clubs
struggling - but soon you'll
feel brand new!
The end of the season is
fast approaching - let the
battle now commence.
The joys of 'WORLD FOOTBALL'
- is full of excitement and
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016
I remember the first time I saw a ball,
Those exquisite black and white pentagons ...
The geometric excellence that intimated such mystery and excitement ...
I HAD to have one, and started saving my money that very day.
I was only eight years old, and football wasn't big in the U.S.,
But I still wanted that amazing ball ...
After a few weeks of saving and doing extra chores,
I finally held my own ball in my hands,
Turning those five-sided panels over-and-over,
Smelling that glorious leather ... I was in kid heaven!
When I took it to school in my backpack my friends went crazy,
All having to hold it and smell it, all filled with the same energy as I,
My gut tumbling in anticipation of what amazing things might happen!
My little town had no budget for American "football" -
With all its pads and expensive equipment, but we did have "soccer" teams,
And I joined as soon as I could, for the sake of that amazing ball!
We didn't get to see the World Cup back then ...
The 60's and 70's being very limited as far as TV sports,
But we all followed it in the magazines and papers,
And when, years later, we finally got to WATCH the World Cup on television,
It was the substantiation of years spent loving a game
That not many people even TALKED about in the United States ...
A game that my friends and family and little town had loved for years,
Now birthed to fruition and delicious reality right in front of our eyes!
My friends from other parts of the country had heroes -
Heroes like Bart Starr and Bill Russell and Micky Mantle, et al,
But MY hero was PELE', though many here didn't even know his name!
When TV brought the World Cup to kids like me, the world became bigger,
More exciting, and more joyous, all because of that wondrous ball ...
So many years before!
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2018 World Cup" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Sponsor & Judge.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018
FIFA was run by crooks and became the mafia.
They selected the world cup hosts of Qatar and Russia,
but who was corrupt the most, maybe it was South Africa?
All three countries never qualify but large quantities disguised
in paper envelopes allowed each one to catch the worlds eye.
As host South Korea played Italy and it cannot be denied
that during the match legal acts were wrongly disqualified.
Goals were disallowed and the flags were raised for offside,
I'm not an Italian but even I watched that match horrified!
England's Lampard scored and it was seen by the blind,
but no goal was given with the ball four foot behind the line.
Argentina's Maradona once scored a goal using his hand,
missed by the linesman but seen by thousands in the stands.
There was a disruption that occured with the Brazil squad
on the day of the final against the host nation France.
It doesn't require the intelligence or the wisdom of a God
to recognise France weren't crowned champions by chance.
The current hosts Russia have just beaten Spain,
but can I please ask for someone to explain,
why that clear penalty wasn't awarded
to the visitors in the dying minutes of the game?
A Columbian player headbutting while VAR review,
just a yellow card was given, this law must be new.
Every World Cup there appears a trail of clues
suggesting there's an influence that is out of view.
FIFA officials fixed competitions
and corrupted the beautiful game.
They did it continuously on repetition
until caught and put to shame.
Yet it feels corrupt just the same, I think it will not change while FIFA remains.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
I could build a football team for the future,
I've played Football Manager on my computer,
I've built teams that are simply spectacular,
with lots of silverware I've managed to capture.
I started off as manager of Bath City,
and Bath City played with a pity!
but a pit was around them so I chose to believe,
and that pity team did win that pit league.
I then took Barnet from non-league to the championship,
I won leagues, cups and awards on that 10 year trip,
bottom of the Conference when I took the healm of that ship,
but then I quit Barnet because Barnet lack grip.
I went to Ashton Gate because Lampard had just quit,
they were in League One and at the bottom of it,
the same league that I had just won when I was with Barnet,
who had unveiled a statute of me a week before I quit.
I couldn't sign players because of a transfer embargo,
which annoyed me because they were garbage you know,
was told 10 points from 5 games or you have to go,
won 4 drew 1 and from the relegation zone we rose.
The following season got promotion against the odds,
this really did prove that I was one of the Gods!
Won League 1 manager award for the 2nd time in 3 seasons,
but then it all went wrong for the following reasons,
it was my laptop, it could no longer be used,
I'd bought the wrong lead and the flippin' thing fused!
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
The Beautiful Game
Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.
Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the earth
Feel the energy of the moment
Nothing else matters now
It’s only about this
This is the beginning
The beginning of something great
Walk to the centerline
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle
Prepared for what is to come.
I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands
They cannot share this
This is our fight
It is our moment
It is what we know
What we live for
The whistle sounds
It has begun
The Beautiful Game
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2013
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 are the magic 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
THE GAME OF SOCCER!
Stadium overcrowded by
hooligans and fans
Cheering waving flags and
clapping their hands
Players on the field they’re
ready to start
There goes the whistle it pumps
up their hearts
Adding strength to the ball and
kicking it high
The ball travels overhead how
beautiful it can fly
Over center field and still it
Pass received with ease and the
player runs long
There he goes for his
He dribbles through each player
he’s on a roll
He takes the shot and curves it
The keeper dives for it far and
The goalie misses it the balls in
There’s a moment of silence
and no regrets
The winners jump for joy that
win was a must
Opponents heads tilt down low
they leave in disgust
A player’s life fulfilled is playing
To be playing all year long on
the rich green grass
Play with heart, that’s the real
Of how to play the true game of
Copyright © jeffery Ferrell | Year Posted 2013
I play keeper very fine.
When the ball comes it’s all mine.
Bam!! Goes the ball off the pole.
I just saved another goal.
Whack!! The ball has been shot.
It comes to me and I’ve caught.
You can try and try and try.
You will never get the ball by.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2013
The soccer ball thy shall kick to that place
where there is a net hung on the crossbar.
Thy shall play hard with my power and pace.
I take that free kick and score from afar.
Forwards and midfields need a lot of speed.
Without strength the body will take its toll.
There is one more thing these players will need.
The desire to shoot and score the goal!
The goalkeeper has to be very tall
to keep the ball out and to save the game.
He will need to get up fast if he falls.
The goalies job will always be the same.
As you can see soccer can be real tough.
To play you need to be quick or real buff.
Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone | Year Posted 2014
The Big Game
It was that day
When I was afraid.
But became the man
with all of my fans.
I remember my fist goal
that hit one of the poles.
It was an one of those moments
to say I wasn't broken.
I brought all my skills
in my grill.
I bring it to my games
so I can win the fame.
Ever since I knew something.
I was SoccerBorn.
Copyright © Mario Marin | Year Posted 2014
From the moment your foot first touched the ball
The look on your face said it all.
This is what you were born to do.
Growing up, you would continue to play, you just knew
Soccer wouldn't be ready for you.
Year passed, and so did you, as you became a star.
The training you've had would take you far.
How far you asked? Championship Game, here you came.
With a minute left, you shot the ball hard and upset.
But luckily, Whoosh! The ball exploded into the net.
Copyright © Sydney Bates | Year Posted 2015
I love Soccer with a passion
The game is rough
Skills are required
You play with your feet not with your hands
You do long kicks to make you close to scoring
You can score with your feet or your head
The goalie uses his hands to prevent scores
The sport is popular around the world
Every four years the World cup is played
Players represent the country they love
Fans travel from around the world to support their country
The crowd goes wild when a goal is scored and the players celebrate
The commentator yell's out the sound of........Gooooooooool!!!!!
Copyright © Arty Rico Jones | Year Posted 2014
I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting
The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night
Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo
We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour
The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
Pain in Spain
Shame in the game
Who do you blame
When your approach is lame
Three lions or three blind mice?
Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014
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
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
All emotions and hopes exchanging through a common fax
singing songs of victory and toasting a beer to relax
priding on a rich history
moving in one chemistry
mock us when we lose and face the inevitable axe.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Spirit of Sport
It was that one day
Where the team can't play
Then you join
To score a point
You start to celebrate
But then you just get baked
But then the game changes
U join the game
And loose all the shame
U dont earn the fame
Although it can be tamed
Then move your foot
And be able to shoot
You tame the fame
And win the game
Don't think of it
Just do it.
Copyright © Mario Marin | Year Posted 2014
The world's abuzz with soccer
Though I couldn't give a hoot.
I wouldn't even have a clue
For which team I should root.
The bars are packed with rousing fans;
I don't begrudge their cheers,
But I prefer a tennis match
To savor with my beers.
I'd also watch the Yankees play
'Cause baseball's what I know,
Though baseball-haters claim the game's
So while the teams do battle
With the World Cup as the prize,
I'll find a book or other show
To occupy my eyes.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2014
its season for this reason
of school new take
mabe you catch wall ball
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013
How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?
By Elton Camp
What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample
Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true
Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream
Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean
Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban
What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012
Working in physical education
Blond teacher had a realisation
Spotting a young boy alone
Standing all on his own
Her curiosity, frustration
Young man, why are you all on your own
To the others, why are you disowned
Well, I'm not the teams sweeper
I'm their bloody goalkeeper
Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
I sprint as I cry in pain
Coach yells, “ RUN, PASS, SCORE”
Blocking out all the screaming
And the chaotic noises
From the sidelines
I dash through five tough defenders
With everything that I have got
Out of breath I devour the last of energy
I can use to score the winning goal
Ball zigzags in between my bright orange cleats
As I fly through many obstacles that
Get in my way
Five seconds left in the game
Will it make it in I think as my fingers are crossed
All the pressure is on that ball and I
As it soars over the field where I am myself and
Flies to high for the other team players to get
The ball tears through the goalie's gloves.
No one can drop the confidence level I have just received
The ball collides against the net, and I have caught a joyous victory
That exact moment pays up for the backbreaking, painstaking work I've put in
With every goal I score, I rule the world
That’s why I am the Power Player of the team
I don’t give up because I’m all determination
For my love of Soccer
Copyright © Sudha Rose | Year Posted 2014