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Nineties football. Chelsea game

Me and Dad. Loved it same

Both loved tackle. Different name

Beckham’s tackle. Felt no shame

'Dad I’m gay'. Out it came

Tried to hide. Tried to tame

Downplay gay. Felt to blame

All Dad say was 'Cut it out'


People pleaser. My mate Dan

Diamond geezer with a tan

Hid his thoughts about what I am

Hid he’s bi from his old man

Gunners' tackle. Arsenal fan

Night they won in his white van

Kissed his lips. Out he ran 

Cut me off and cut me out


Queerness fucks society

How it constructs what men should be

Naked women on Page 3

Not my thing. Not for me

Teenage scrapbook fantasy

Rather look at David B

In his kit, Man U FC

Get my scissors and cut him out


Chelsea, Man U, match play draw

David Beckham, about to score

Saw his tackle, dropped my jaw

Dad went ‘GOAL!l’, I went ‘PHWOAR!’

Chelsea 1, Beckham 4

Hear the crowds, hear them roar

Could not see what’s in store

‘Ref, you blind? Cut him out!’


Homophobe had his shot

Hooligan, out his cot

Swore at me, F-bomb drop

Effing queer, I am not

Half a brain, you ain’t got

Love my football never stop

Football snap, tackle, pop

Football cannot cut me out





◄ Dan of Dartford

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Greg Freeman

Tue 31st Jan 2023 16:17

Enjoyed this poem, Lee - and not just because I'm a Chelsea supporter! Thanks for sharing.

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