Football in Heaven
¶ 1
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I dreamt there was a match in heaven
down on the pitch shone angelic light,
I saw great players of the past
Tom Finney on the left,Matthews on the right.
¶ 2
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In one team was Ferenc Puskas
the one and only mighty magyar,
he let go a tremendous shot
but Bert Williams tipped it over the bar.
¶ 3
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Bobby Robson was still a manager
he shouted instructions from the sideline,
and I spotted West Broms Jeff Astle
on his back was the number nine.
¶ 4
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I looked on and there was Eusebio
and he was being tackled by Bobby Moore,
and Georgie Best dribbled and crossed
for Peter Osgood to head and score.
¶ 5
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When I awoke from my awesome dream
I was satisfied that footballers never really die,
they just continue to weave their magic
but on heavenly pitches in the sky.
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