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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, October 27, 2005
    The people's poet

    Great to bump into Paul Cookson on Walton Lane last night, en-route to Goodison. Somehow we managed to miss each other at Greenbelt this year so it was good to hear his news - an update on his Poet-in-Residence post at The National Football Museum, Preston (his home town), and more excitingly still, the three-page feature on him and his poetry in the current edition of esssential footy rag The Evertonian (pictured here).

    I was so excited by all this that the Boys Brigade tonight were um, treated to a performance slot by me reading some of my Cookson Everton-themed favourites, and of course his classic The Footballer's Prayer:

    Our team
    Which art eleven
    Hallowed be thy game
    Our match be won
    Their score be none
    On turf as we score at least seven
    Give us today no daily red ... card
    And forgive us our lost passes
    As we forgive those who lose passes against us
    Lead us not into retaliation
    And deliver us from all fouls
    For three is the kick-off
    The power and the scorer
    For ever and ever
    Full time