Dream Goal Football Poetry
The Dream Goal: Football Poetry
Poems by our competition winner and runner-up
Winner
The Game by Robson Dodd, aged 11 from Hurst in Ashton-under-Lyne
Balls Flying
Goals Scoring
Fans Screaming
Linesman waving
Managers stressing
Footballers working
Commentators shouting
And then the whistle goes
Runner-up
My Fantasy Football Team by Olivia Lockett, aged 8 from West End, Denton.
My team is the best, oh can they run.
They're Rooney, Ronaldo and
Lampard, to name just a few,
At the end of the week I've got sixty two!
Points that is, you get them each time
Your boys score the goals,
When the balls cross the line.
My captain is crucial, he doubles his score,
I need goals from him, plenty for sure.
I'm the 'manager' to them,
With millions to spend.
I play hours 'online'
And send my folks round the bend!
Football poems by some the poets who visited Tameside during the Dream Goal
How to Celebrate A Hat Trick by Craig Bradley (from his book I like to rhyme it, rhyme it.)

Writer Craig Bradley with pupils from Milton St John’s Primary School
(as part of a 'year of reading' project to celebrate and promote the school)’
Photo by courtesy of Reporter Group of Newspapers.
First Goal
Lick your finger, stick it in the air
wave at the stands and bench over there
punch the sky, wink at the crowd
sing We are champions really, really loud
dance with your mates and the corner flag
smile, be happy, the first one's in the bag.
Second Goal
This is more like it, this is getting serious
you've scored another and everyone's delerious
do the Moonwalk, jump up and down
kiss everybody in the football ground
do the crazy celebration you have rehearsed
the second goal's great, sweeter than the first.
Third Goal
Pull your shirt over your head, run like a plane
you can't believe you've scored again.
Look at the camera, shout Wayyyyhhaayyy!!!!!
that'll look wicked on Match Of The Day
listen to the fans, they're screaming for you
it's goal number three, a dream come true.
What If by Terry Caffrey
Footballs had feelings
Penalty spots were square
Rattles weren't noisy
What If...
Pitches were made of marzipan
Police horses were cardboard cut outs
Sprinklers sprayed confetti
and footballers rode bikes
What If...

