Charlie Nicholas
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Oh, Charlie Nicholas, foppish, ridiculous
Charmer from Glasgow, those meandering locks.
Mercurial ball-skills in red and white socks.
¶ 2
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On North London saturdays, glimpses of special ways
As he guided the ball with baton feet.
Doubters and critics and defenders beat.
¶ 3
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Oh, Charlie Nicholas, meagre in goals for us.
In tabloid romances he put away more chances.
Though I prefer to reflect on two Cup Final glances.
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