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There are days kids remember, like that Guy’s in November
Who made plans for a hell of a bang
On said day in this instance, Cathedral team played St Vincent’s
So what follows are memories from then.
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T’would have been sixty three when the St Vincent’s team
Went to play in The Seven-a-Side Cup
With feint hopes as outsiders, like Dave’s v Goliath?
Yes, an upset they caused and that’s fact.
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Upon getting changed and running out to play games
Teams confidence seemed to be high
As the sight of green pitches with manicured cream strips
Sparkled beneath summer sky.
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The first game was won as young Turks having fun
Progressed to face rivals… Cathedral
Where Mr Holdsworth and co, as far as we’re told
Thought those convent school kids way beneath them.
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As their grudge match kicked off, St Vincent’s feared loss
To the well turned out side of Cathedral
But seven vs. seven isn’t eleven vs. eleven
So Mr Holdsworth’s team, might yet be beaten.
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Denis Crowley poached one, when he went on this run
Past Trevor Smith, stood alone somewhat stranded
Cathedral slim hopes did fade, when he scored once again
The net bulged, and nuns gambles were landed.
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There was mayhem at close, as Mr Holdsworth morose
Stormed off the pitch with his team
Did they shake hands? No way, and it wasn’t fair play
Though victory wiped out, all trace of bad feeling.
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It’s here the real story starts, like a myth from the past
Cathedral boys still deny those two goals
”You didn’t score. Denis did. We slaughtered you. Yeah right as if”’
Date of argument? Forty-six years we’re told.
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At weddings and christenings when slurred souls have a few drinks
They’ve vivid memories of what never happened
Sure as April leads May, St Vincent’s won through that day
Which if honest, in a game is what matters.
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That poet thinks he’s the business, why should we believe this?
It’s a tall tale to swallow, that story.
Sounds a tall tale I know, but stood there guarding the posts
It was I… stopped Cathedral from scoring!