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Der Bomber.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Midst dream during those twilight hours
Used try discard our past, an ponder
If…that bandy fella plied his trade at ours
T’would be a sight at which to wonder…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You know, stocky little centre forward
Simply banged, `em`, in for fun
Countless defences put to the sword
That o’ rated England being one.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Found out earlier today he sadly passed…away
To the ground above in the great blue yonder
Where a trade-mark swagger still holds sway,
Gods scratch their heads in awesome wonder.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I know today’s game is an entirely different kettle o’ fish
Opposed to those sepia tinted matches, I often ponder?
Yet I remember thinking, does that little fella ever miss?
Marvelling, midst anger, at the exploits of… Der Bomber.

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Notes

R.I.P Gerhard (Gerd) Muller. Der Bomber.
03/11/1945 – 15/08/2021
Blinding West German centre forward.
Gute Nacht und Danke fur die Erinnerungen.

Peace.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/der-bomber/