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In Westbourne Grove with Don and Stan
playing games we had no poker face for,
opening tears in space and time
for Clement and Gillard to make their runs from
when The Great West Road led to total football.
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A twin-prop from Copenhagen to Disko Bay
took Stan to a five-a-side in Greenland.
‘There are no characters in the game anymore.’
‘If you passed the bookies like you pass the ball…’
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From the City Ground to the far away towns,
not taking anything from Clough,
he shouted the odds with Peter Taylor,
walked from the Nou Camp European Cup
for Brisbane Road and Griffin Park.
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‘There are no characters in the game anymore’
said Stan, but if you’re looking for one
in Lisbon this year watch the bench next to Carlo
where West London’s finest memory lives on.