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The Wanderers

Seamus Mcafee

Sunday, January 9th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We have the African gem, with the magical feet.
With a permanent smile, even in defeat.
Who’s galeant display’s, lift up the crowd.
Who’s amazing tricks, astound all around.
Even when Jay-Jays’s ran out of steam.
We still have others around the team.
We have another African, who get’s unrelenting criticism.
Which is his fire, to destroy the opposition.
Then theres the scouser, with the hard tackle.
With the old fashioned, English stereotypical battle.
Then there’s the Frenchman, at the centre of defence.
With a solid frame, and great presence.
Then when you’ve got past him, you’ve got to beat the Fin.
And with his six-six frame, it’s rarely going in.
Then theres the boss, made of steal.
with his up front opinion, he keeps it real.

© Seamus McAfee 05

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-wanderers/