Cost of a ticket this week for the Poetry Bus driven by Weaver, is simply to write about a person. As the World Cup is on at the moment, as some of you might have noticed, I thought I'd continue the theme. For non-football people, I should perhaps point out that England won their only World Cup in 1966, largely due to a 'Russian linesman' who deemed that a shot by the England player Geoff Hurst (pictured above) had crossed the line and was therefore a goal.
Tofik Bahramov
Tofik Bahramov, alas, is very, very dead,
He lies in Baku with a marble headstone o’er his head.
A hero in his native land, renowned in verse and song
A hero in far En-ger-land for getting something wrong.
They said he was a Russian, but that wasn’t quite correct.
For years we’ve shown the Azerbaijan people disrespect,
For Tofik was Azeri, and was doubtless very proud
Of his part in the goal that never should have been allowed.
Imagine his emotions back in July in sixty six,
As Hurst’s shot hit the crossbar and bounced down between the sticks.
How could he be so adamant that Hurst had scored his second?
But sure he was, and so a place in World Cup hist’ry beckoned.
Millions all around the globe thought it was undeserved,
And scarcely anybody thought that justice had been served.
And Tofik Bahramov acquired an everlasting fame,
Lauded or reviled by observers of the game.
The country’s national stadium was re-named in his honour,
A true icon of football, unlike Cruyff or Maradona.
Outside the ground, his statue stands, his ‘tache bristling with pride
Right arm long extended, as if gesturing offside.
And now he lies there underneath the wet Caucasian earth,
Just missing independence for the country of his birth.
And no, he wasn’t Russian, though so many millions knew
Him as “The Russian Linesman,” though he hailed from Baku.
Tofik Bahramov
Tofik Bahramov, alas, is very, very dead,
He lies in Baku with a marble headstone o’er his head.
A hero in his native land, renowned in verse and song
A hero in far En-ger-land for getting something wrong.
They said he was a Russian, but that wasn’t quite correct.
For years we’ve shown the Azerbaijan people disrespect,
For Tofik was Azeri, and was doubtless very proud
Of his part in the goal that never should have been allowed.
Imagine his emotions back in July in sixty six,
As Hurst’s shot hit the crossbar and bounced down between the sticks.
How could he be so adamant that Hurst had scored his second?
But sure he was, and so a place in World Cup hist’ry beckoned.
Millions all around the globe thought it was undeserved,
And scarcely anybody thought that justice had been served.
And Tofik Bahramov acquired an everlasting fame,
Lauded or reviled by observers of the game.
The country’s national stadium was re-named in his honour,
A true icon of football, unlike Cruyff or Maradona.
Outside the ground, his statue stands, his ‘tache bristling with pride
Right arm long extended, as if gesturing offside.
And now he lies there underneath the wet Caucasian earth,
Just missing independence for the country of his birth.
And no, he wasn’t Russian, though so many millions knew
Him as “The Russian Linesman,” though he hailed from Baku.
Like it Peter. I feel it could be set to music and become a football song. Glad you hopped on my bus - I am not a fast driver these days so you could have hopped on while it was still moving if you had so wished.
ReplyDeleteIt's real tale, it has everything in it (for me) history and personality. I think that Weaver is right this would do well as folk song.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if someone will ever erect a statue to the referee who didn't give the 2010 England goal? My tip, in the customary absence of Wales, Holland, still there.
ReplyDeleteHello Peter, thanks for popping over. Not being a football fan(!) I've learned a lot here. Clearly you see the poetry in the game and express it with style.
ReplyDelete"largely due"? LARGELY DUE?!!
ReplyDeleteAll the English love Baku.
Educational as well as entertaining.I never knewthe linesman's name, let alone that he had a statue! There's hope for us all!
ReplyDeleteYou've waxed eloquent here, Peter. I'm also not a fan, being as I hail from California where we don't know diddly about the sport, but the poem was fair game. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! And watching England play is like watching slow-drying paint dry.
ReplyDeleteYou'll probably enjoy reading this:
http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/mark-steel/mark-steel-its-that-old-decline-and-fall-again-2013794.html
At least now I can get on with the serious business of watching the Tour de France...
This comment is actually from Dominic Rivron but for some reason wouldn't post!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! And watching England play is like watching slow-drying paint dry.
You'll probably enjoy reading this:
http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/mark-steel/mark-steel-its-that-old-decline-and-fall-again-2013794.html
At least now I can get on with the serious business of watching the Tour de France...
Yes, that article certainly mirrors my own views, I have to say.
ReplyDeleteYes, I was amused by the concept of celebrating mediocrity. There should be more of it!!