All that glitters…….
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For years I stood on windswept terraces
And never thought I’d see
A player displaying on his back
The number Sixty Three.
Wearing boots of pink and purple
And advertising on his chest
A price tag of Thirty million
Yet a mere shadow of George Best.
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