Spanish Dave
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Spanish Dave
So quiet on his debut, has he got what it takes?
He’ll need building up, better feed him on steak
They said “21 million, it’s some kind of joke
What use will he be on a wet night at Stoke?”
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But in no time at all, we could see what we’d got
Was a player who might be the best of the lot
Killer through balls, balletic pirouettes
A first touch to die for, as good as it gets
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Weaving this way and that, with effortless grace
A supernatural ability to find pockets of space
Flicks, tricks and dummies, a talent supreme
But only ever employed for the good of the team
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Clatter into his ankles, smash him to the floor
He’ll just dust himself down and come back for more
Two men at his back but he still wants the ball
Only the bravest play with no fear at all
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Like Colin the King, so humble and shy
At his best in the derbies, he made those reds cry
Six wins at Old Trafford, no blue’s ever had more
And the pass of a lifetime for Edin to bring up that score
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Ten glorious years, so many pots won
With Zaba and Yaya, Vinny and Kun
Now those pundits who’d dissed him all say the same
If you don’t love this guy then you don’t love the game
A privilege to watch, a joy to behold
To be treasured forever, our Silva’s pure gold
“David is the very embodiment of why it’s called the beautiful game.”
True Dat! (From a Chelsea fan).
And then…. it takes another special talent to embody that pure grace into words on a page (or screen).
Chapeau, Steve.