Bringing back memories
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There’s a certain popular game
featuring an image of Wayne,
where stars eschew pampered lives,
for backstreet challenge of two fives.
My son Matt and his mates
virtual reality replicates,
tells me of the games they play
that’s nothing new they hear me say.
Mind drifts back to ’74,
angled shots against a wall,
more than two touches
and you would fall.
Headers and volleys, Wem-ber-lee,
three and in, then time for tea.
Pretending to be Richards or Parkes
against the Lorimers and Clarkes.
It’s good to see him play outside
and carry on the old gold pride.
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