Motty’s Last Game (Remix ’18)
¶ 1
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call him old fashioned but he had his own style
churned out facts like an old speed dial
started out way back in sixty nine
fifty years on and Motty’s called time
hanging up his mike and calling it a day
won’t be the same come any Saturday
¶ 2
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the first commentating that I ever heard
were Kenneth Wolstenholme’s old skool words
but some began with Brian Moore
and never knew the truth about Stuart Hall
Archie McPherson’s a passionate Scot
but none of them prepare like old Johnny Mott
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Peter Jones had a fabulous style
and David Coleman by a country mile
Bob Wilson kept it all thoughtful and mild
and Glenn Hoddle still drives psychics wild
Barry Davies had a powerful throat
but John’s got a beautiful sheepskin coat
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some find ‘Greeny’ feisty and rude
in between the passion and the attitude
Jimmy Armfield had depth and soul
and brave Jacqui Oatley broke the mould
Jimmy Hill drove me totally potty
but for stats- on- acid you couldn’t beat Motty
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here among the sheep at FGR
you might not know him or know where we are
but he likes saying “truthfully” a lot
and Bob Hunt* sure is the finest we’ve got
win or lose mate he’s always there
getting quite excited tearing out his hair
‘but Motty’s the one for the real classic lines
one of them’ll probably last for all time :
“For all of you watching in black and white
Spurs are all- yellow” he said one night
and here’s another that was really well meant:
“The World Cup’s a truly international event”
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but I think of Motson wherever I go
standing in a blizzard knee deep in snow
notes in his hand cap on his head
looking like Dell Boy longing for his bed
serious expression standing all alone
telling us “It’s off!”….. as if we didn’t know
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call him old fashioned but he had his own style
churned out facts like an old speed dial
started out way back in sixty nine
fifty years on and Motty’s called time
hanging up his mike and calling it a day
won’t be the same come any Saturday
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