Sunday, June 29, 2008

Beauty beats the beast – Germany 0-1 Spain






















Senor Rosetti blew to mark the start
Of Germany versus Spain
The moment to banish forty four years
Of much ache and pain

Triumph for Iberian beauty
Over the teutonic beast
Whilst Madrid set plans to ordain
Luis Aragones the high priest

Torres’ meticulousness against Lehmann
Bought about much merry carouse
Joined in joyous unison
By the deafening roar of the Scouse

A dour dire German show
Not many tears held back
Another forty years of wait
What price a gong for Ballack?

Matadors rampant in Vienna
Symbol of a nations long held hope
As Monsieur Platini handed to Casillas
All hail the champions of Europe

Casillas, Ramos, Puyol, Marchena,
Xavi, Silva, Cazorla,
Torres, Iniesta, Guiza,
Senna, Fabregas, Capdevila

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Friday, June 27, 2008

Euro 2008 – Day 20: Russia 0-3 Spain

















What to do when the foe hones in like a shark?
Very simply you play them off the park

With the loss of hitman Villa, Cesc became the driving force
Dictating play with the gallop of a thoroughbred horse

With an obscure Arshavin it was the end for gallant Russia
Three quickfire coffin nails, Xavi, Guiza and Silva

They say it never rains in Spain
Vienna heralds the end of a brilliant campaign

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Euro 2008 – Day 19 – Semi final 1 - Frings can only get better

















As a tempest brewed and battered historic Vienna
The Swiss enjoyed the battle of Ravenna

Boral struck the rebound past the ever so hapless Lehmann
As Deutschland banished Jens to far away Khazakhstan

Pandemonium broke out as Istanbul turned up the heat
Germans devoid of ideas even Ballack looked deadbeat

As the experts wrote them off the travelling fans began to whine
Dealt swiftly with a deft flick from the industrious Schwein

Germany in freefall Low’s instructions were to the letter
With the return of Torsten, Frings had to get better

And so it did with klose heading past the great Rustu
The glorious reds got ready to bid a final adieu

No cold turkey as the comeback kings hit again with Senturk
Football rejoiced in unison and Dalston went berserk

In the end the comeback kings were very much outcombacked
A whisker short of custom late glory they just failed to enact

With one killer foray Lahmchop advanced like a hydraulic ram
In the distance all could be heard was the silence of the Lahm

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Cindy Van Den Bremen - Trend, concept, design & brilliance

Emdad Rahman

In the Netherlands the shawl has been subject of many discussions. The question remains whether it is representative, safe to wear during sports activities and not opposed to women’s rights. Many native Dutch people feel that wearing the shawl symbolises oppression of women. In the Western world wearing a shawl was a big trend in the ‘50’s and early ‘60’s. Since the arrival of Muslim women in the late ‘60’s and early ‘70’s, due to the immigration of foreign labourers, the shawl has almost become a taboo.

Enter Dutch designer Cindy Van Den Bremen, the brains behind Capsters. The history of Capsters lies in the graduation project of Van den Bremen at the Design Academy Eindhoven back in 1999. The concept was based on the idea to give Muslim girls and their gym teachers in the Netherlands an alternative to the traditional hijab to wear during gym class. The designs were realised in close co-operation with Muslim girls and an Imam. Due to all the positive publicity, orders started coming in and soon the brand Capsters® was born. In 2001 the first sports range was launched and has been sold worldwide since. Not only have Muslim women showed interest, but also other women and even men. For several years now Capsters has served an international and diverse clientele.

Cindy discovered that a lot of prejudices were based on negative reports about Islam that appeared in the media. She saw the Hijab as one of the most stigmatised characteristics of Muslim life in the Netherlands.



“In the Netherlands there is a Committee for Equal Treatment: de Commissie Gelijke Behandeling” she said.

“They handle possible discrimination cases. In the past a lot of Muslim women have called for interference when they felt discriminated by wearing the shawl. A few years ago this committee agreed that no one should be denied the right to wear a shawl” she added.”

Soon after this same committee decided that wearing a headscarf was dangerous during sports activities in school. It was suggested wearing a swimming cap with a high turtleneck instead. Muslim girls alarmed at the new directives began to excuse themselves from PE, and some began to play truant.

Alll this added up to a design challenge for Cindy: creating a save solution that co-ordinates with the Islamic regulations. “I had to design a new cover that was safe and at the same time covered the head, hair and neck. I had to be aware not to design an existing solution, such as a hood or a cap” she said.

A lot of the Muslim girls that Cindy spoke to during the course of her research complained about the fact that they constantly felt that they had to defend their choice of wearing a shawl. “I think it should be a personal decision whether you want to cover yourself or not. People cover themselves for different reasons but most of all for protection, whether it is the cold, the wind or unwanted looks, it shouldn’t really matter, as long as it is your own choice!” she added.

“When I started my research I did not know I was going to design sportshijabs. I just wanted to do something with the heavy loaded subject of veiling in the West, to see if I, as a designer, could change something that was actually a cultural, political and social problem.

“During my research I discovered that the image of headscarves or hijabs in the west is not representative for a lot of Muslim women. The image of a veiled woman in the Netherlands is mostly that of a not very well-educated, oppressed and timid woman. During my research I spoke to a lot of young Muslim women who are actually the opposite: very bright, independent and outspoken!”

Cindy realised that the image of the hijab hadn't developed since the arrival of the Muslim community in the late 60's and early 70's. The immigrants wives wore the headscarf often as a sign of culture and tradition. Their daughters were born and raised in the Netherlands. Growing up in 2 different cultures made them curious to find their roots. Some start reading the Quaran, something their often illiterate mothers have never done. They interpreted the hijab as a symbol of their descent and wear it with pride.

Cindy’s creative instincts led to her concluding that the appearance of the traditional shawl worn by Muslim girls didn't quite cover this message; “besides this aesthetic problem I discovered a practical problem related to sports in school. A courtcase decided that for safety reasons a gymteacher could expel a girl wearing a hijab from his gymclass. The solution offered by the Comity of Equal Treatment was to wear a turtleneck and swimcap instead. This did not solve the problem: the girls skipped gymclass because they didn't want to feel humiliated.”

It was at this time that Cindy realised the whole issue was not about covering but about the way the girls cover themselves. And that problem could be solved by a designer.

“So I started to talk with girls and Islamic organisations to research the requirements for a new sportshijab. After I made the sketches and the styling I went back to the girls to ask for feedback. This really was an interesting part of the design process: I don't have the 'wearer knowledge' they do. In order to meet their wishes, I needed feedback. Together we adjusted some designs: replaced a zipper by velcro or changed the material into a more flexible one, to prevent any noise around the ears. I also had my designs approved by an Imam, since he is the person the girls go to, to ask for advise on certain matters.”

Besides all the functional requirements Cindy wanted to add a solution for the social problem as well. She realised that if the hijabs did not look traditional but 'hip & trendy' they possibly could change prejudice into some sort of admiration.

“One of the confirmations that I got on that thought was from a 70 year old man, visiting the graduation show: 'I don't like hijabs at all, but I do like your designs'. This made me realise even more that the social problem with the acceptance of hijabs was not about the girls being covered, but the way they are covered.

Last but not least, to make the integration more visible Cindy asked herself not only 'what does a hijab mean for Muslims' but also 'what can the hijab be for non-Muslims'. The answer to that was simple: “it could be just a functional or aesthetic head-accessory. The only thing I had to do was to design something that met both worlds, and that is exactly what I consider integration.”

The project of Capsters did not finish after graduation. Due to all the publicity and all the positive reactions from mostly high-educated, emancipated women all over the world Cindy realised there was a market; “2 years later I introduced the brand of Capsters by the internet www.capsters.com . I still receive enthusiastic e-mails by women and girls who thank me for the simple yet marvellous solution. The feedback that I get are confirming my thoughts and designs.”

While designing the sports-covers Cindy didn’t only focus on the target group, she designed a head-cover that is still suitable for Islamic purposes, but doesn’t explore that message. She created a line of sports accessories that could be worn by anyone, regardless their choice of function, religion or even gender. I made four types of sports-covers.

Cindy paid attention to the different colours, materials and shapes used for clothing concerning a particular sport; “for instance for the tennis model, I looked at the traditional tennis clothing for women, which seems to be the short skirt. A convinced Muslim woman would never wear such a skirt. But since it’s so characteristic for the Tennis sport I assimilated it in the collar.”

Cindy needed feed back on the choice of designs, materials and colours. “I went to an Imam to have my designs judged on Islamic regulations. He was very enthusiastic since I was not a Muslim but yet interested in solving the problems concerning the shawl.”


Cindy’s choice to focus on this subject was not only to solve the problem in gym class but also to start a new awareness by the Western world that a lot of women choose the right to cover themselves. “In the Netherlands the opinion that ‘all girls wear them because their fathers tell them to’, and that ‘all women wear them because their husbands tell them to’ is outdated” she said.

“A lot of girls that are born in the Netherlands but raised with the culture and values of their immigrant parent’s origin, find themselves struggling with their identity. They are born with foreign blood but speak, think and express themselves in a Dutch way. To the outside world they are still foreigners and to their own community they appear to be Dutch.

“To emphasise their individuality they find comfort in wearing the shawl, which symbolises their religion and beliefs. A lot of women experience wearing the shawl as a freedom. They can interact and integrate without loosing their own values and being judged by their own community. Some Dutch people feel there’s no need to wear a shawl since those women are living in the Netherlands. But I believe that you create your own needs. It’s just a way of acceptance…”

Cindy Van Den Bremen has published the book of her research titled ‘Hoofddoeken’ (hijabs). It is available in bookstores throughout the Netherlands for € 12,50 and published by Bulaaq. It is a compilation of quotes of confident Muslim women and journalists and beautiful pictures by Giti Entezami, of different shaped, coloured and worn hijabs in the Netherlands. A selection of scaled pictures and quotes from the book are on exhibition, travelling through the Netherlands. The opening of the exhibition is programmed with a lecture and a panel on the topic of veiling. Years after starting this project it's still developing in a much broader perspective than just the designs.

Further stories of Cindy’s experiences can be found at www.capsters.com

Monday, June 23, 2008

Euro 2008 - Day 17: Spain 0-0 Italy (4-2 pens)








Some say the curse of June 22 was hatched on the banks of Loch Lomond
The curse of a gypsy godmother or an ancient vagabond

It seemed destiny would repeat as the Azurri set the stall
The whole world and his terrier all behind the ball

Nullifying and strangling the Villa Torres threat
Muscling in like loan sharks collecting a bad debt

The striking blonde handled with extra care and cosset
Tactics courtesy of technical director Dave Basset

With the sun setting the bore match drew to a close
Forboding Spanish mood became dark and morose

A dusk duel between Roman Gianluigi and the Matador Iker
Steadying nervous tension some reached for the malt liquor

Panicky misses from Daniels De Rossi and Guiza
As Matador Casillas called for the victory cigar

In the climax a loss of nerves for the unpopular Di Natale
Set it all up for a most fitting finale

High pitched wolf whistles proclaimed the arrival of the hearse
The Emirates man stepped forward - “Curse, what curse!”
Cesc slotted, sending a nation into footballing nirvana
Victoria historica de Espana

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman

www.football-poems.com

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Euro 2008- Day 15: Netherlands 1-3 Russia














Dutch vigour had turned the colosseum into their very own den
Guus was out to prove that the hype was cheap talk
For this he released Arshavin the Mandrake Magician
A hero straight from the comic strip of Lee Falk

Once again Holland had seduced the global football clan
With the Russians they played with cautious abandon
Once again that man Hiddink was the brain behind the plan
mapping victory plans with the others long gone

Scintillating display hurled at doubters much scorn
Miyaso and Koni scoffed cheburek and slemechki
With Arshavin's precision the woeful Dutch to shreds were torn
Van Basten's gameplan all but gone out to sea

Victory in the bag the Oranje were outsung by the Tyolka
Heralding the arrival of the new Zavarov
With Arsha it's the rise of a shiny new star
Tenderly gift wrapped from Russia with much love

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Tyolka - eccentric female fans
Slemechki - popcorn
Myaso and Koni - biggest fan group
Cheburek - Tartar fast food delicacy

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Euro 2008 day 14 - Croatia V Turkey
















Croatia strolled nonchalantly into the historic city
For this was to be a footballing formality

Battle cry from Fatih who mounted his battle horse
Yet the braves found themselves battered with ugly brute force

The foe urged on by an obsessed coach in a whirlwind trance
Not so easy with a stubborn wall of red resistance

Limitations meant Don Terim was content to plan and plot
Relentless pressure upped as the arena became hot

At death's door Klas gave it the bish bash, bosh
But the never say die Turkiye screamed 'kosh, kosh'

With five seconds remaining Rustu launches one into orbit
The veteran let off with a ruthless Semih hit

Wake up call for Mr Bilic who had absolutely gone barmy
Never ever write off the Kirmizi beyaz army

Morale down and with pens looming morale began to switch
Barn door from Modric, Rakitic, Petric

All of Istanbul screamed from the dock
‘En buyuk Turkiye baska buyuk yok’

Vienna meltdown as those present are screaming
'Turkiye, Turkiye hayatim, askim, canim, guzelim

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

What a touch from Rustu - Embracing the crestfallen Croats at the end. A true great.

'kosh, kosh' – Run, run
Kirmizi beyaz – Red & white
En buyuk Turkiye baska buyuk yok’ - Turkey is the greatest, there is none greater

Hayatim – My life
Askim- My love
Canim – My life
Guzelim – My beautiful

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Euro 2008: Day 13 – Portugal 2-3 Germany
















In the absence of Field Sergeant Low
Pre match hype focussed on Ronaldo
Defeat and he’d announce on the morrow
Whether a Manc he’d stay or go

Prey at mercy’s feet Lukas arched his bow
Brazen Schwein stroke with the precision of Zorro
Miroslav broke his duck with one of his brow
Red comeback in the form of El Nuno

Crimson attacking intent began to grow
Orchestrated by the wily general Deco
But the Germans just refused to lay down low
Commander Ballack countered with a deadly body blow

Morale and flair eased as the play became slow
Lack of a finisher left no dice to throw
Only resistance from the industrious Moutinho
Before Nani introduced to the playing plateau

As time ticked Fergie’s babe curled in an arrow
Step up Postiga and become a national hero
Time though snuffed the flame to a mere glow
Big Phil’s tenure ending in sorrow

With the return of Field Sergeant Low
Post match hype focussed on Ronaldo
Defeat confirmed he’d announce on the morrow
Whether a Manc he’d stay or go

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008: Greece 1-2 Spain

The holders locked horns with Spain
Departing home with much pain
Charisteas shot them ahead
Pinned by Guiza and De La Red
Hasty sprint for the very next plane

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008. Day 12: Russia 2-0 Sweden

arshavin magic
and pavlo make piping soup
of turnips and swedes

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Euro 2008: day 11 – Italia 2-0 France: Allez Le Bleus

Domenech’s army instructed to go full throttle
The champs very much the same
No swansong for Thuram who had lost the bottle?
Sprinting for cover before the game

Pack shuffled with Abidal joined Gallas
No sleep lost for Donadoni
As the Roman juggernaut floored the gas
A dubious tumble from Luca Toni

Jet lagged strikeforces were truly off pace
Finishing left at the counters of Bon Marche
Proof with Luca and his cursed bootlace
Bringing back fond memories of Guivarc’h

Thierry determined to don his shooting boot
Roman intervention proved a Godsend
As De Rossi steamed in with raised strike foot
Pity it was the wrong end

French future assured with Karim and Samir
As victory for the land of the Lira
Horror show will cost Raymond very dear
Very much the end of an era

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008: day 11 – Netherlands 2-0 Romania: Oranje march













Van Persie and Huntelaar Both hit the corner
Smashing the ball with great power
As Van Basten rested nine
Dutch still first to the line
Leaving Romania to cry in the shower

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Monday, June 16, 2008

Euro 2008 – day 10: Austria 0-1 Germany
















In the china bowl Gomes was the customary bull
Touch of an ox whilst missing a hatful
Under the glare pumpkin Metzelder played a complete fake
Not once but thrice a personal rendition of swan lake
The biggest howl reserved for Austria’s duffer
Three big cheers for the Hassel – Hoffer
No goals on the horizon it was time for gaffer love
Hicky and Low off without so much a shove
And so chucking the dummy and climbing out of his pram
A rare incision from the artist Phillip Lahm
Abandoning caution Phil went all out attack
Result, an incredible scorcher by the kingpin Ballack
Now Northeasts Emanuel, the Boro star that is
Had a little moment, opting to add some fizz
Tranquil moment of calm as he set upon to maul
Dr Hannibal Lecter and the matchball
With the co hosts going home, tucked up safe and sound
It’s those Gerries that progress to the next round.

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008 – day 10: Poland 0-1 Croatia

Would the Celtic connection ultimately save the day?
Boruc the diamond would shine come what may
The first half a blitz from the Croat tanks
Held at bay by Artur who went ala Banks
One man’s defiance left Bilic’s snipers stressed
Surely now a slot amongst the world’s very best
Without Glasgow’s finest Polska were long dead
Now get set for a move away from sunny Parkhead

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Euro 2008: Day 9: Turkiye, Turkiye

In Geneva two shrewd foxes came face to face
Showtime with Karol Buckner and Fatih Terim
Though not sprightly Fatih would win a chase
But Karol swore that he was the more slim

First time ever football sees a unique case unfold
If both teams drew there would be a penalty shootout
Unlikely as team formations were attacking and bold
Quarters beckoned the brave in this heavyweight bout

Speculative Tuncay shot was all Turkey could muster
A dour Red half in the Stade De Geneve
The tall guy featured better, Czech goal adding lustre
But the terrace allegiants in red refused to grieve

Furious Turk protests as Plasil extended the lead
Asik kept waiting to replace Gungor
Mount Erciyes to climb the world and his dog agreed
All except the devoted hardcore

Al Sancak was unfurled with vigour and full might
“Hungry like a wolf” echoed Duran Duran
Emperor Fatih the conqueror was anything but polite
Goal pulled back by the deft touch of Turan

The safest hands in soccer added the cherry to his season
Ball gift wrapped for the lurking Nihat
Unthinkable, would Petr Cech now be tried for treason?
For a fatal fumble in the midst of combat

Outstanding peach by Nihat curled in like a gliding jet
Vulcan off for gifting Koller a bouquet
Tuncay’s earlier dive marked him for the nets
Crescent Stars bid the Locomotive ”gule, gule”

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Gule Gule (bye bye)
Al Sancak (Red banner)

Euro 2008 - Day 9: Cuckoo, cuckoo!

big phil rests big gun
helder postiga steps in
yakin’s legend sealed

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008-day 8: The kings are no more

The champs had arrived with much pomp promising another treat
No cheer in Athens, no tickertape, no party on the street
Give credit, for to be fair the Greeks did compete
Though at times, it was almost like watching Bambi on sleet
For without Theo there really was no heartbeat
The Kremlin Army's red heat meant this time there was no repeat

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008: Spain V Sweden













The Villa Torres partnership, a combo straight from a dream
Sweden had half with the Viking Ibrahim

Espana and possession play, very much a joy to behold
Impenetrable Mellberg stood firm, a tower that was big and bold

As an eventful game petered out to a one point stale-mate
Victory for the Armada as that man Villa struck late

© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Friday, June 13, 2008

Euro 2008 – Day 7: Friday the 13th Tulip romp














The Dutch courage of Kuyt, Sneijder, Robben, Van Persie
Hammered to pulp the merry men of Thierry Henry

“Oranje pandemonium”, scream the headline reporters
As the classy Dutch effortlessly sail into the quarters

David Winner summed it perfectly as I once recall
Tis the neurotic genius of Dutch football.

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008 – Day 7 - Group of death comes to life

The Tricolorii dreaded the threat of a Del Boy goal spree
Emperor returning to the helm, all would be “bain marie”

Gattuso and Ambrosini were dropped, on the bench they would wait
Changes enforced as Osso dismantled Milan’s triumvirate

Reinforcements brought in with both Perrotta and De Rossi
To complement the formidable Mauro Camoranesi

Another offside controversy unfolds as Tonigol is denied
"I'm not used to talking about referees” Donadoni almost cried

But the blue nation thanks a man who had earlier apologised
The Oranjemen drubbing in Stade De Suiss had Buffon much despised

Il Fenomeno Mutu struck dead centre as Gianluigi lunged left
Sensational palm onto the legs left all of “Little Paris” bereft

As two giants face off it’s time to wake up, this isn’t a fairy story
For a fatal slip come the next match could end the bid for glory

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The hat trick that never was

Three clear runs on goal bore no Vienna fruit
Austria the land of culture, such matchplay deserved the boot

At a club the squad would’ve been up for wholesale transfer
Lamenting nation screams, “what price crooning Toni Polster?”

Nail by Guerreiro hammered past the Macho man
Such a lacklustre display surely deserves a prolonged FIFA ban

Ivica’s record goal still leaves Austria footloose and fancy free
No takers though for the worst (co) hosts in championship history

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Enter the Croats

Teutonic Metzelder set the German intent
But Shaktar’s Srna drew first blood
Bloody cheek to score without consent
The favourites bought to earth with a thud

Klagenfurt Croats broke into song
As Olic furrowed, fought and competed
When Pranjic crossed deep it wasn’t too long
Before the goal trick was repeated

Ballack blew his fuse and went berserk
Podolski struck as Worthersee Stadion erupted
Bastian saw red after striking the jerk (o)
The march to the final thus disrupted

Modric the magician again man of the moment
An extended cup run the fans could scent
Harsh truth from the stands, repeating time and again
“Deutschland Deutschland Auf Wiedersehen, Deutschland Deutschland Auf Wiedersehen”

Number 7
(c) Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008: Switzerland V Turkey

Amidst an Amazonian blizzard
Struck home Yakin the Swiss wizard
And with the host fans full of much mirth
Hakan crushed hearts in his parents nation of birth
As the heavens opened, the sky turned black
Basle invaded by the return of the mac
Thunder bellowed as the air turned dim
Matched by the grim mood of Fatih Terim
And as he uttered a gigantic roar
Semih rose high to glance home and score
As time gathered pace Yakin failed to look the part
As Arda returned the favour and broke the hosts heart

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Portugeezers

Euro 2008 – Day 5: Portugal V Czech republic

Geneva brings in the second batch of matches
Poetic Portugese, Czech industry
The Deco show rolls, upright and composed
Man of the match I agree

Ronaldo magic is again the rage
Flamboyant spinning on a golden quid
Wooing the crowd jinking left and right
A slick stepover… to Madrid?

Milan was lame and world-weary
Not improvement on the lacklustre Koller
Though Sionko did well with his strike
Reminded me of Rudi Voller

A Polak poleaxe on Pepe
Magnified painfully on the plasma
Team claret gain the record successive win
All with much colour, vivacity and Quaresma

Number 7
© emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008: day 4 - Greece v Sweden

Hey Otto? Are you George Graham in disguise?
Wunder Brolinesque Zlatan strike cut Greece down to size
For all their honest endeavour the holders had Samaras
Without crown prince Zagorakis they soon ran out of gas

The dire wood spoon match bellowed much cold and hot
A rare comical moment, Larsson's banana shot
It's very unlikely that Greece will conquer Rome
Just do us all a favour and take the next plane home

Number 7
(c) Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Euro 2008 – Day 4 - Spain - Blood baying Toreador or the Hallucinogenic Toreador?

Plantilla Espana quite simply took Innsbruck by storm
Portero Casillas wore his gloves simply to keep warm

Red marauding matadors led by Xavi, Torres, Iniesta
Goleador campeon Villa, the modern day Atilla

Three concise, cutting strikes, bidding his opponents adieu
A masterclass in marksmanship whilst lighting up estadio

The Spanish following were jubilant; “Cual es el resultado?”
As Jonathan Pearce went bonkers on 5 live radio

Furious entrenador “Goose” Hiddink el papanata
Fabregas offside, thanks dodgy juez de Linea

“Its my balon; I’m taking it home”, said ref Plautz Konrad
“Unless”, he told hat trick man, “you sign this sketch pad”

Will past demons take hold of the Toreros, hence coming a right cropper?
With the blue summer sky the limit, ripe time to take home the Copa?

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com


Terms

Plantilla Espana – Team Spain
Portero – Keeper
Goleador campeon – Goal champ
Entrenador – Coach
Estadio – Stadium
Cual es el resultado? - What’s the score?
juez de Linea – Linesman
El Papanata – Sucker
Balon - ball
Atacar - Attack
Copa – Cup

Monday, June 09, 2008

Euro 2008 – Day 3 - Group of slow lingering death

Absent Patrick and Thierry, with the old guard were missing
The dour Zurich stalemate left many reminiscing

Congratulations to loyal Coupet, at last a major
Nothing more deserved for the canny old stager

Whilst warhorse Thuram’s fifteenth broke another record
Abdul Salam’s bleak streak just couldn’t be ignored

Les Bleus future is assured with starlets Toulalan and Nasri
For Golden boy Benzema a mention and the ferocious Ribery

Later on in the battle of Berne it was a totally different kettle
As Total football and Catenaccio pounded the mettle

Even green fingered Charlie Dimmock took a break from her sprout
Donned number 18, changed her name to Dirk Kuyt

Rickety old boys Italy with the oldest starting eleven
Could Oranje youthful exuberance ever be forgiven?

For each of the flying Dutchmen were in killer mode
Energy compressed and ready to explode

Thunderous they detonated like live dynamite
Herculian Wesley gave the Azurri a mighty fright

Though Osso Donadoni and his champions will be lurching
It can still be put right with deep blue soul searching

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Euro 2008 - Day 2

Germany 2-0 Poland

not one but a brace
against the old country folk
lukas podolski

Austria 0-1 Croatia

mad dog targetted
lustrous modric of the spurs
shimmer amidst drab

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Euro 2008 Day 1 - Swiss roll as Turkey roasted










Though the Swiss shackled the towering Koller
Buckner’s brigade ground out the win
Hobbled Frei caused the hosts a headache
Plan A heading straight for the bin

To compliment the towering inferno
Karol searches from Berounka to Yangtse
Though the answer lies much closer to home
Let loose Baros and Matejovsky

Pepe summed up the Portugese brilliance
Now many gamblers will stake and pledge
The Vulcan’s (Volkan) defence breached twice
Less because of no Portugese cutting edge

Will someone remind Tuncay
It’s months before the Beijing dream
Olympic antics an absolute disgrace
But a certain gold for the diving team

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Slim Jim - The wayward genius

Princely extravagance to be royal for a day
The cause on these shores of a momentous stir
Born the year of the great War
Grand regal James Curran Baxter

Purely influenced by a love for the Hibees
Idle admirer of the blistering famous five
Manufactured of slight built in Hill O’ Beath
Slick footwork from the King of jive

A swing of the hips for this noble rapier
Electric shimmy to flee the enclosed space
North of the border they claim him the greatest
August grandiose to rival Wallace

The most splendid product of Crossgates Primrose
Deft, silky feints left legions to freeze
Eminence not furthered at Spurs or Inter
For the Pele of the swinging sixties

Demon on the grass, even more so off
Synchronous alliance with Bacardi and Coke
Those with half forte earned a handsome buck
But monarchical Slim was always broke

Twas the scene of a massacre, his epic moment
Keepie uppie against the worlds best
Number 6 rampaged, sitting, jinking, feigning
Quite simply a Scotsman possessed

Jules Rimet gleamed with elegance
Wembley hailed a stately performer
Had Slim been from Brazil ala continental
They’d have feted a footballing reformer

Medals, caps, debauchered reign
Career over as it begun
Was unlikely to jink on the straight and narrow
Leaving memories that will never be undone

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Welcome to Hull (AFC)
















So will scream the placard
With the Tigers den full
Not as daunting as other lairs
Or sunny Istanbul

The KC will host the giants
As Roary welcomes Manyoo
And the KC will shudder
All a million miles from Crewe

Marwood and coach Maclaren
Two of many that graced Boothferry
Warhorse Windass and Barmby will enthral
And the faithful will indulge in much merry

Horton, Hately and Little
Dreamt of reaching the promised land
Whilst the efforts of Molby & Taylor
Just eclipsed by gaffer Phil Brown

Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com