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Favourite Son

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They’re always there, game after game.
Week after week.
They can have stinkers, or just stay anonymous.
Still, they get picked.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They can miss open goals,
They can mis-time tackles,
They can mis-place passes,
They can handle in the box,
Still, they get picked.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A charmed life, it might be thought.
Even captain, some of them.
Good honest pro, blah blah…
Putting in a shift, the apple of the gaffer’s eye.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And still, they get picked.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 They might stay out, get drunk,
Play away, get a speeding ticket.
Yet still, they get picked – Coz they
Don’t do any of those things.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 No special tricks, no fancy stuff.
Master of the sideways ball.
He’ll never get subbed, he’ll never
Let you down. Safety first, percentage man.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 First on the team sheet, the Boss’s
Best friend. He always gets picked.

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Notes

Every team has (at least) one…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/favourite-son/