For Me Dear Departed Dad. On Fathers Day.
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“Best was the best I ever saw”
He told me more than once
“Frank Swift great, just after The War”
Was another for whom he plumped?
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Watched a fledgling Duncan Edwards
Play at Highbury as a kid
In the youth team on a Wednesday night he said
Then on a Saturday in the league.
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Me dad showed no allegiance
To any chosen side
He watched teams in London and the Midlands
Or where a job might take his hide.
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I think about him constantly
Though he’s no longer with us
Trips to Stamford Bridge, Craven Cottage
His rolls ups, and his Guinness.
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Today’s a day I’d call up
When we’d talk about the game
Did you see that Dad, we’ve won The European Cup?*
“Huh, lucky Chelsea once again!”
(Our late dad’s favourite saying)
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