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Old Long Legs

Andre Van Weirdling

Thursday, March 25th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The match kicks off and the ball goes long,
oh no, that number 11 is huge,
this is going to be one of those games,
but wait, I won the header,
up in the air again, number 11 is coming in,
but wait, he’s 6ft 4 and cannot head,
up he goes again, rising like a pregnant duck,
but here I am, just a little guy, soaring high above,
he’s massive, I thought at kick off,
but look, here we are in injury time,
and he hasn’t had a touch,
Old Long Legs isnt all that,
I’ll let him out of my pocket now….

Notes

This is dedicated to our Sunday Football heading Legend Johnny ‘Long Legs’ Devaldo

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/old-long-legs/