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Bobby Hundreds

Anthony Arnott

Wednesday, July 17th, 2013

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Morning, Bobby.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A warm handshake with a knight of the realm,
we met as you signed copies of your autobiography.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Some of the goals were good, some of the goals were sceptical.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I can’t really remember what we said to each other,
but I bought two copies – one for me and one for my brother.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The first ninety minutes of a football match are the most important.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I wept when I heard the news and smile whenever I
think of great Saturdays. The taste of Champions League,
the giddiness of belief.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When Gazza was dribbling, he used to go through a minefield with his arm, a bit like you go through a supermarket.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The way they treat you, though. No class.
If we’d cut you, you’d bleed black and white.
If we cut them, they’d bleed greed.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 We put three fresh legs on and got ourselves a goal.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 But, let’s remember the good. The 8-0. The love for the
game that your breathed through the city. The climb from
hell to the fact that even 5under1and fans sang your name.
Thank you.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 To Jimmy, Best Wishes from Bobby Hundreds.

© AnthonyArnott2013

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bobby-hundreds/