All Skilled Up Second Round

Peter Read CCFC

September 2010 saw the continued success of the All Skilled Up Project at Cardiff City Stadium. This was a partnership project with Academi, Cardiff City Football in the Community Team, LEA Education Departments, LEA Libraries and BSA Cymru.

In mid September pupils from Blaenau Gwent, Torfaen and Bridgend Schools enjoyed the project, which continued with funding from the Football League until Spring 2012.

Over one hundred and sixty children from schools in the three authorities visited the new Cardiff City Stadium for an inspiring day of football activities and creative writing opportunities. Pupils worked with either John Tripp Award Winner, Peter Read, or celebrated poet and authorMike Jenkins to create a new football poem. They also enjoyed a treasure hunt as part of their guided tour around the grounds of the stadium.

Peter Read with Llantarnum Primary School
The Rocking Stadium

In the empty stadium a crane
Tall as a seismosaurus
Grass emerald green
Like leaves on a tree
Turf a stripy green zebra.
Smells as meaty as beef burgers
Tasty as Peter’s Pies.
Noise full as a playground
Loud like a jet plane.
The stadium a big city
Seats white as snow, clear as glass,
Blue as the violet sky.
Crowd,singing crows
Cheer, yell, shout, scream, clap chant
Roaring like rumbling bears.
Players sweaty as a swimming pool
Two teams, lions, fighting for the ball.
The clock ticks the ninety minutes of the game
Referees whistle like a beeping car horn.

Peter Read with Padre Pio Roman Catholic Primary School
Will Daley’s Dream

Crowd loud as elephants
Doing the Mexican wave
Chanting my name
Come on Will Daley
Come on Will Daley.
The stadium a giant bowl
28,000 fans all mixed in together.
Flood lights bright, shimmering stars
In the dark black sky,
High as hanging bats.
Girders tall as sky scrapers
Lines on the pitch
Green and white like celtic strip.
The turf like a giant chessboard.
Giant TV screen huge as a roof
Clock ticks slowly
Like a bomb to the final whistle
1-1 Will Daley steps up to the penalty spot
Shoots, scores, final whistle, Cardiff win.

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Mike Jenkins with Queen Street Primary School
The Bluebirds Stadium

Seats of different colours
Yellow like golden nuggets
Blue like birds taking off
And shiny as a window
Lined up like soldiers

Stadium massive like an aeroplane
The roof like a mouth open wide
As gigantic as an elephant
Lights look like eyes
Speakers are like church bells

Grass green as a string bean
Pitch stripy as a stick of rock
Or rugby shirts or a zebra
Like a large green carpet.
Stadium big enough for an army to live in.

Mike Jenkins with Blaintillery Primary
The new Cardiff Stadium

The seats open like a duck’s beak
The lettering’s big as a building;
They are as blue as the sea
And as colourful as a rainbow;
White ones dull as clouds,
Yellow ones like the sun.

The grass like a zebra striped,
But also a spotted leopard
Pitch like a giant chessboard
And as smooth as a golf course
As green as green could be

It’s a colossal blue whale
The cameras are all-seeing eyes
Birds as blue as the sky
But a chill breeze through the air
Speakers as loud as foghorns
Stadium as big as a city

Peter Read with Cornelli Primary School

Sparkling, bright blazing lights
The pitch a glossy green,
Green as the land and the Welsh flag
Players fast as fire faster than cheetahs.
Golden steps lead to the seats
As blue as the Caribbean
The crowd move like a slow snake,
The ball a flying blaze
The goalie is a diver, swimming in the air
The Bluebirds break the hammers,
Clip the wings of the Swans
Shoot the Gunners, swallow the Toffees
Extinguish the Red Devils’ flames
Knock the Pirates off their ship.

Peter Read with Afon y Felin Primary School
The Dream World
Stadium filled with empty seats
Waiting for screaming, chanting fans.
Sitting in the dugout waiting for Dave Jones’ nod
Running onto the sparkling grass
Green as an apple, striped as a zebra
The crowd roars my name.
Ball at my feet, I weave and swerve
Dribble past players, leave Wayne Rooney for dead.
Fergie on the touchline chews his gum
Kicking his legs, waving his arms in the air.
Van Der Sar prepares to save the goal
Narrows the angle, makes himself big.
I choose the top corner, shoot