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George Best

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There were so many roads home
For the brilliant Belfast boy
But the only real home for this
Dazzling swaggering wee genius
Was upon the football pitch
For here, and only here,
Let loose on those Elysian playing fields
He could he let his elegantly wayward wings fly free
And he knew, he knew more than anyone
In this simple act, that this was what
His glorious legs were sculptured for
And whilst his tumultuous rebellious heart
Would twist and turn its winding road in knots and snags
Bestie, the Post Busby Babe, El Beatle, whose tumultuous Heart
Poured rich blood into those beautiful limbs
Vibrant with a subtle grace
That did not flinch did not rehearse
This mother’s son the first of God’s 11
Racing heedless of the script or rules, plays on
For like Sir Matt, we too prefer to remember his genius
It is for such miraculous football moments
He is best remembered
And remains quite simply
The Best name in Football.

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