A Class Above
¶ 1
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you were a class above the rest
down there in the rain –
emotions running wild on that touchline
grey hair smooth dapper
aching for victory – feeling the game
dignity and loyalty
through and through
¶ 2
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always old school
young smile passion and heart
coursing through your veins
Ipswich days
Barcelona nights
a young José at your side
learning the ropes
from the master
¶ 3
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England penalty shoot outs
leaving tears and sadness
etched into your face
but always the dignity in defeat
¶ 4
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I always felt you never grew up
a child and gentleman all in one
we will miss you
Sir Bobby
your smile..gone
and you
like some schoolroom
in heaven
filled with lost footballing stars…
always
a class above..
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