Best
¶ 1
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Matador, Beatle, Irish rogue
Dancing through defences.
Wiry tough, a scarlet shirt
Lighting dark afternoons on
Northern grounds – Razor sharp
Instincts to thrill the crowd.
¶ 2
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Six goals in a Cup tie;
Lobbing Jennings and Bonetti
At the Stretford End –
Rounding the ‘keeper at Wembley,
TV memories of a magical age
When Georgie was the boy.
¶ 3
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Slick models – cars and girls –
Fame too soon, a genius on
A pedestal to knock down,
And down, and down again…
The crown slipped, tarnished –
Team and man in decline.
¶ 4
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So he left United’s home,
And the Glory, Glory game,
Beyond Busby’s control –
To ply his trade elsewhere:
Fulham, Hibs, Los Angeles,
Hitting bars around the world.
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Now, a forlorn shadow –
Weak, ill, desperate;
Grown old before his time.
Goodwill lost, relationships wasted
Away like his life – a Belfast child
Who was born to be the Best.
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