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.
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.
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.
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.
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.