Gold Medal, Golden Boot
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An amateur era,
some say golden,
where, to broadcasters,
no one was beholden.
Podium top step,
hot, Stockholm summer,
no Oxbridge educated,
runner, or rower.
An unpaid player,
a bantams legend,
leagues top scorer,
Henry Walden.
Three games, nine goals,
on the way to Gold.
War drew him back to
the military fold.
Hostilities over,
back to the game.
Arsenal, then Oldham,
never the same.
Re-invented himself,
as a music hall act,
thats a wikipedia fact.
Appeared in films,
recorded a song,
way before Cantona
was born.
A one way ticket,
on Leeds station.
The last football
gold medal,
for this nation.
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