Alan Ball.
¶ 1
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When picking sides,
Great weight, great height
Determined who would play
As little ones, left out, were stuck in goal
So as to get a game
¶ 2
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Where would we find an idol
One for us fellows small
One who’d give us self esteem
With great tenacity on the ball?
¶ 3
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Would you have to be a Millwall docker
Or a squaddie like at Leeds
Was fame at game all based on size and frame
Was that how we’d succeed?
¶ 4
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All that changed in sixty six
High time it did and all
When a little bloke stood tall
Amongst mere men
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 That bloke was….Alan Ball!
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