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A Couple Of Favourites.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Some say this footers for the birds.
Vagabonds and thieves
Prima donna’s, Wyatt Earps
And pseudo Mother Teresa’s.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Tis said in darkest depths of night
When floodlight beams are broken
That Bobby Moore still keeps it tight
Whilst strolling cross The Boleyn.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Come on Pele take him on
Attack fair blonde adonis
Gadzooks ye better be on song
He’s loyal, strong and honest.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Watch him plaudit hero Banks
For save beneath the upright
Whilst Pele stood there head in hands
Can’t quite believe his eyesight.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We search for inspiration
One chance to win the game
Jeff Astle’s lack of concentration
Means he’ll never be our saint.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 That fine divide between a winning side
Or one who’s on a jet
Brought gloom on nation like a slight
Us youngsters won’t forget.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 ***************************************

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Laid on the floors we watched the game
In sultry black and white
Could German fervour be restrained
By eleven knights from blighty?

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Could Big Jack quell his temper
Would Alan Ball roll on
George Cohen, when he centred
Would he aim for Roger Hunt?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Ray Wilson in his finest hour
Played a blinding game
As R.Charlton with his shooting power
Silenced Wembley stadium

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The father, son and holy ghost
Are most folks favourite three sirs
Yet Bobby Moore, Geoff (hat rick) Hurst
Come close with Martin Peters.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Uwe Seeler, Franz Beckenbauer
Karl-Heinze Schellinger et al
Were beat, eclipsed by brighest stars
Sent shooting by Sir Alf.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 A nation lost it’s head that day
There were parties in the streets
As Nobby knackered from the fray
Danced proud with knobbly knees.

Notes

These are two of me favourite games. The England classic against Brazil, after The World Cup win of 1966, was I think played in Mexico, where Moore and Banks were just gigantic. This game was re-run a year or two ago on the telly, and is still as exciting as it was the first time around.

Then the 1966 final which I watched on a black and white set indoors, laying on me grand-dads living room floor and then went to see in a local cinema, re-run in beautiful vivid colour.

There’s a great documentary about this fabulous day, that tells you what different people all over the country were doing and can recall of this milestone in English football, well worth watching.

peace

kev

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-couple-of-favourites/