Tom Finney Was Her Grandpa’s plumber
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“Tom Finney was my Grandpa’s plumber”, she said
Which brought a smile to my face
To think of him slotting in a washer and a pass with equal grace
¶ 2
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Did he caress that spanner like he stroked that ball?
Was he also the perfect gent with customers one and all?
When things needed hammering did he whack all –
going in hard like making a tackle?
Did he get back in defence to cover that hole –
and celebrate when he stopped the leak like he’d just scored a goal?
Was his finish with the seal, solder or patch –
as smooth as the moves he made in any match?
¶ 3
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Tom Finney was her Grandpa’s plumber
Of that she left me in no doubt
“But can you see Messi fixing cars on the side?”, I asked
“Nah”, she said, “He ain’t Tom tha’ knows – he couldn’t do ’owt.”
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