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Twas like snowballs in Hellas
Three-o-clock on a Saturday
Rarities only known to the few
Two right at it young fella’s
Well committed to the tackle
From Liverpool and their visitors Man U.
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After watching it a few times
No way was it a red
Though competitive it was there’s no doubt
Whilst The Govan Knight on the touch line
Stood shaking his head
Shouldn’t even have opened his mouth.
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In a game where there’s tension and passion
Of course tackles will fly in
When the ball’s there to be won
It’s a part of the action
Us die hard purists are missing
Whilst softies pull sickies for months.
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The lauded unpaid fifth official
With plenty to say
Got a shock
When Jonjo en route after his dismissal
Gave a right royal wave
Whilst inferring The Govan Knight shut his gob!
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I’ve often pondered this
In moments and wonder
When The Govan Knight opens his big trap
If an Harry Cripps or Peter Storey*
Blazed past his dug out, in a mist of red thunder
Would The Govan Knight have given them his old chat?