Football Poets

Beautiful Game

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As the seasons come then race away
And hopes all turned to dust
Fortunes made and fortunes spent
Of titles won, and lost

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 What price this love this fickle dream
Which binds with such a bond
That turns us all defenceless fools
And smitten every one

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 What other love could hold so fast
And cause such joy despair
What other love could hope to last
What other love would dare?

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Are we so weak we can’t deny
Have we so little say?
To drive this passion from our hearts
Like night steals off with day

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Not I for moments Dalglish gleaned
For goals that Rushie cleaved
And for the wit of Shankly’s heart
My own would still receive

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 For the Anfield Iron who lived the dream
And gave us all a glimpse
Of heaven come back down to earth
Those times I wouldn’t have missed

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 For Bobby Moore whose dignity
Could not be cast in stone
His presence and his genius
Served best in blood and bone

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The magic of the Magyars
Their football blew the Lion’s away
No better men on Wembley’s turf
Played with passion and with grace

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 There’s a hero down at Highbury
His name is Charlie George
The darling of the North Bank Crowd
His boots could charm the ball

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 The English had a party
The World Cup 1966
Bobby Charlton wept for joy
Whilst Nobby did a jig

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The green and white of Celtic
The pride of 1967
Gave Jock Stein immortality
And took the bhoys to heaven

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 The technicolour spectacle
That was the ‘70 World Cup
The samba boys served us a treat
And shook the whole world up

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 The treble for Joe Fagan in 84
We danced with joy around the stars
But then the pain and shame of Heysel
Broke this great man’s humble heart

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The faithless hand of Maradona
The perfect turn of Johann Cruyff
The languid beauty of Platini
No resentful devil could destroy

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 The wisdom of Matt Busby
The spells of Georgie Best
The beauty of Eusebio
The earth was truly blessed

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 The poise of Danny Blanchflower
The goals of Just Fontaine
That lightning that is Michael Owen
The hair of David James

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 The might that was Di Stefano
The prose of Cantona
The world that sits at Rooney’s feet
The steel in Keano’s heart

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 The feats of Stanley Matthews
The wizard of the wing
The majesty of Tom Finney
By God his boots could sing

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 The demons of Paul Gascoigne
Could not put out his fire
And the angel that was Rossi
Paid the devil back his lies

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 There was a man he played for Liverpool
Billy Liddell is his name
The Angels gave him golden wings
And he used them wisely every game

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 On heaven’s park he’s playing now
First name when God picks His team
Blowing like a hurricane
Through every Redman’s dream

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The knives of Goicoechea
Disguised as football boots
The Men In White of Liverpool
Y’know those awful Wembley suits

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 The loss of Duncan Edwards
That save of Gordon Banks
The England pens of 1990
Condemned to firing blanks

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 The glory of the Champions League
The pitch of bedroom floors
The Sunday players with their dreams
Of goals they’ll never score

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 The miracles of Pele
Gave vision to the blind
Whilst the long runs of Garrincha
Left all the rest behind

¶ 26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 The chips of Liam Brady
The jinks of Alan Ball
The madness that pursues all Lear’s
Football has it all

¶ 27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 The shining light that was Puskas
Showed all others the way
With such beautiful football
That only he could play

¶ 28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 The selfless heart of Walter Tull
A legend whose story must be told
Many more may match his skill
But none can match his brave soul

¶ 29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 The energy of Colin Bell
The loyalty of Steve Bull
The blood of Terry Butcher
From the Swedish cull

¶ 30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 The penalties of Stuart Pearce
A nation held its breath
And when redemption came at last
3 lions roared on its chest

¶ 31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 The treble for Man Utd
Put their watching ghosts to rest
The Nou Camp on that balmy night
A wild Mancunian fest

¶ 32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 The trials of Tony Adams
Showed the world his honesty
He beat the battle of the booze
And returned with dignity

¶ 33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 The cool of Kaiser Beckenbauer
The cannon that was Gerd
The goals that thundered from his boots
The whole of football heard

¶ 34 Leave a comment on verse 34 0 Bob Paisley in his flat cap
Desired no other crown
The first to win 3 Euro Cups
His replacement still not found

¶ 35 Leave a comment on verse 35 0 The black and white of Newcastle
With Wor Jackie as their King
Now there’s Alan Shearer
Giving the magpies songs to sing

¶ 36 Leave a comment on verse 36 0 The toe of David Beckham
The head of Billy Dean
The faith of every football fan
Following their team

¶ 37 Leave a comment on verse 37 0 All Scousers know the glory
That was that night in Rome
We wiped away our Wembley tears
And danced around the town

¶ 38 Leave a comment on verse 38 0 The boots of Zinedine Zidane
Made history for the French
And proved at once beyond all doubt
That Le Foot is mightier than Le Pen

¶ 39 Leave a comment on verse 39 0 The lightning heels of Michael Owen
The strength and power of Paul Scholes
The style of Raul and Luis Figo
A lesson in football to behold

¶ 40 Leave a comment on verse 40 0 The magic boots of little Zola
When he wore them he walked tall
The precision of Roberto Carlos
Lets him see right through walls

¶ 41 Leave a comment on verse 41 0 There’s the grace of Edgar Davids
The football pitch is his stage
The boyish heart of Bobby Robson
Envied by those half his age

¶ 42 Leave a comment on verse 42 0 Rivaldo Ronaldo & Ronaldhino
Lived out their wildest dreams
Left the World Cup hopes of Germany
Ripped at the seams

¶ 43 Leave a comment on verse 43 0 Viera Henry and Pires
Like three football musketeers
Their silky skills brings teams to their knees
And leaves the fans in floods of tears

¶ 44 Leave a comment on verse 44 0 Those famous saves of Chilavert
The magician’s tricks of Ademir
The snapping boots of Rattin
Let you know that he was near

¶ 45 Leave a comment on verse 45 0 King Kenny going for The Double Double
The Scouse Brazilians of ‘88
But then my father died and words to say
I’d already left too late

¶ 46 Leave a comment on verse 46 0 From Turf Moor down to Deepdale
The Bridge and White Hart Lane
From the Bernebeu to backyard walls
The dreams are all the same

¶ 47 Leave a comment on verse 47 0 And of all those dreams we ever dream
We share that special one
To don the colours pull on the shirt
And be their chosen son

¶ 48 Leave a comment on verse 48 0 So hearts may well be broken
A thousand times and more
Life will still be blessed or cursed
On that final score

¶ 49 Leave a comment on verse 49 0 The sadness of Hillsborough
The injustice that remains
96 innocent souls lost that day
Football will never be the same

¶ 50 Leave a comment on verse 50 0 There are children born to football
And their hearts their clubs will claim
For they’re the symbol of the passion
And the future of this Beautiful Game…