Poetry
Crawley Town
In the heart of West Sussex, where the M23 sighs, Lies Crawley Town, a club that never says die. Red shirts flash like fire across Broadfield’s grass, While the fans chant loud, a
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In the hush between the playground’s shout And the first sigh of teenage doubt, Lives the tween – a bright‑in‑between, Where crayon dreams and school‑day schemes Lean against the locker’s gleam, Half‑painted in the colours
Read more →Annagh United
Annagh United Beneath the Antrim sky, so oft been grey, Where Mourne's blue shoulders guard the northern plain, The red and white stand firm, come wind or spray, On Annagh's humble pitch, where dreams
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Uncut In the hush before the blade, a sheet lies waiting, pure and unmade, its edges smooth as morning mist, a promise held in quiet twist. No scissors yet have whispered there, no ruler’s line to
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At the Kassam’s humble ground, where the Oxon breeze does sigh, Oxford United stride in white, their hopes beneath the sky. From the chant of the faithful throng to the echo of
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