Fi’baw in the Street - by
Shote! here’s the poliss,
the Gayfield poliss,
an thull pi’iz in the nick fir
pleyan fi’baw in the street!
football
Nil Nil - by
Just as any truly accurate representation of a particular geography can only exist on a scale of 1:1 (imagine the vast, rustling map of Burgundy, say, settling over it like a freshly-starched sheet!) so it is with all our abandoned histories, those ignoble lines of succession that end in neither triumph nor disaster, but merely […]
My Pitch - by
Let Arthur Wharton come back from the dead
To see the man in black blow the final whistle.
The Sweet Silver Song - by
Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
/ to choose a menu for the wake.
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/ We’re at the end of the…
The Bargain - by
The river in January is fast and high.
/ You and I
/ are off to the Barrows.
/ Gathering police-horses twitch and fret
/ at the Tron…
Tynecastle - by
I never get doun to Tynecastle thae days
/ It’s a guid lang while nou sen I’ve been
/ I never get doun to…
The Bewteis of the Fute-Ball - by
Brissit, brawnis and broken banis,
/ Strife, discord and waistit wanis,
/ Crookit in eild, syn halt withal –
/ These are the bewteis…
London Scottish - by
April, the last full fixture of the spring:
/ ‘Feet, Scottish, feet!’ – they rucked the fear of God
/ Into Blackheath. Their club…
Football Fan - by
Here he comes – running through the station
/ After the match. Small boy, big yellow flag.
/ Watch him! He’s a hero!
/ There’s a…
Football Haiku! - by
chip
/ pokes
/ for posts
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/ all
/ my
/ saturdays
/
/ o
/ ya
/ beauty
/
/ he shoots
/ she
/ scores
/
/ stretch
/ the
/ net!
/
/ my
/ veryown
/ goal
/
/ half
/ time
/ donut
/
/ total
/ red
/ tackle
/
/ my…
The Keepie-Uppie King - by
The Keepie-Uppie King
/ The Keepie-Uppie King
/ The Keepie-Uppie
/ Keepie-Uppie
/ …