Best we saw …
¶ 1
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The unseen rain – a drizzle – and a half-inflated bladder weighing a ton
Three boys thumping a casey in the dark – try dribbling a lump of iron
¶ 2
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It’s the old game of attack and defence –
Coats for posts against the fence –
Me in goals.
¶ 3
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Next rainy Saturday we’re slanting down Canal Street for the ‘Corn
Nattering like old men in caps dragging on Woodbines or Park Drives
Sipping the steaming Bovril hot and flicking our half-time pennies
Into a blanket carried around the pitch.
¶ 4
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Best we saw was the Cat –
An acrobatic goalie with Bangor –
He took them all the way to Naples and a quarter final –
Almost single handed.
They said –
He should have played with the best –
But what we heard was –
He wanted to keep his feet on the ground.
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