Hi.
I'm Tony Adams, former England and Arsenal footballer.
I have walked through fire.
Some people thought that my over enthusiastic singing of the National Anthem at England matches was the mark of a man who had a patriotic fervour.
I can only tell you, with shame, that it was the mark of a man who was full of pain.
A pain that was only dulled by consumption of beer.
Those days seem so long ago now.
During that time, my therapist encouraged me to write poetry of a cathartic nature.
It opened up a new avenue of expression for me.
These days my spare time is not spent drinking. Instead, I sculpt, paint, embroider, take black and white photographs, compose classical music and, most of all, I write verse.
Some of that verse will be shared with you in forthcoming posts. I hope you get as much from it as I do.
POSTED BY TONY ADAMS, 28TH JANUARY, 2007, ENGLAND.
posted by glenda @ Sunday, January 28, 2007
4 Comments:
Oooh Tony I'm breathless with excitement. I've fancied you for years. I can't wait to read your poetry and experience your softer side first hand on these pages. Yours adoringly Rotisserie of Mo x
Thank you. I should warn you that I wrote the poetry during some of my darkest hours, but within the darkness there was a need to look for light, so all hope is not lost. I hope you find it inspiring.
Please no more of this stuff - I really tried so hard to get into Jim Morrison's prose - I really did, but the world does not need another poetic drunkard.
I must admit, Mr Istvanski, I am a little disappointed with Mr Adams's poetry. I thought it was going to be more cheerful and more like the work of my favourite poet, Patience Strong, who encourages us to find a cheery smile despite the challenges life throws at us. It really is doomy and gloomy. I can assure you that Mr Adams's poetry won't be appearing on this weblog ever again.
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