Bobby Moore

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hammers hero England’s Captain
Football played the beautiful way
When God handed out boots built for glory
Yours was always His first name

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Short of pace but picked out crosses
Half a yard did sprinting boots
And Hurst you knew where he was hiding
Took the ball and turned to shoot

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Pristine kit you kept composure
Wiped your hands on Wembley’s threads
Those dancing toes of Jairzinho
Your steadfast poise just stopped him dead

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In Bogota the press boys screamed
Dark talks of bracelets unamed thieves
But none of this I once believed
You kept your peace and dignity

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Mates with Pele and the Kaiser
A King a Legend a football Prince
If only you’d played for the Redmen
Pulling on your famous Number 6.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bobby-moore-3/