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Boots

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Old Pro wears black
Always has and always will
His boots look older than him
He’s a leader, with heart instilled

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Maestro wears white
All talent and class
He lets others do the work
Then converts that killer pass

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Hot Potato wears red
He drives his manager up the wall
Impetuous, rash, he just dives in
Taking the man, the boos, then the ball

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The Veteran decks his feet in blue
To indicate an aura of total calm
He’s the tortoise, not the hare
A thinker, with ‘Captain’ on his arm

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Green boots adorn the Enigma
Inconsistency his middle name
Sometimes he plays like Pele
Sometimes like Doris Day

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Entertainer plays in yellow boots
To bring energy to the team
His hair is bleached the same colour
He needs time to pose and preen

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Brown boots show that you’re organised
A solid defender on whom to rely
No frills or skills or trickery
He eats Desparate Dan cow pies

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The golden boy wears gold boots
He has supreme talent and genius flair
He’ll be deadly from your set pieces
And encourage the media glare

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Wearing silver is the sprinter
With ninety minutes of blistering pace
He can’t tackle or pass the ball
But like a gazelle, he oozes grace

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Orange marks out the eccentric
Bounce like spacehoppers in jaffa boots
He can peel away from defenders
With the sharpness of citrus fruits

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Notes

Sports psychologists would have us believe that the colour of your boots indicates the type of player you are. My own boots are red. They haven’t been worn in a while (studs showing signs of prehistoric mud crust – a Delia Smith recipe) but I confess that my deadlegging skill is the only one I possess.

Sadly, Norwich City has an entirely “enigmatic” squad. Don’t think I’m knocking them, – the only thing in green and yellow that moves faster is moss.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/boots-2/