football violence is a beast.
i once went to the wrong pub to watch a game where only 2 of us supported our team and the rest took great pleasure in verbally and near physically abusing us for the whole match.this poem has inspired me to write about that day. i think i will it was horrendous the volume of hate and its outpouring was a spectacle.

here are some haikus i wrote last world cup. you might like em.

absent of meaning
ball, your power lies within
force of my loins.

alone i watch with
the eyes of sea engulfing
my desire to lose

victory carries the masculine, broad shouldered
across green fields turfed
studs scar artificial
the heart of its child.

rooney fat head wank
green takes dives for sex favours
draped in stars and stripes.

i think most people liked the last one :)

i took to watching my local warrington town fc there was only ever about 20 of us there it was great and all about football and its beautiful game.

Comment is about Match Day (blog)

Original item by Jack Pascoe

A visceral ode to footie thuggery - when footie
means something else entirely!
I can well imagine how effective it might sound spoken with the right amount of venom.

Comment is about Match Day (blog)

Original item by Jack Pascoe