Gordon Banks R.I.P.
¶ 1
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Of all the saves
In all the games
It had to be Pelé
¶ 2
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Of all the discussions
In all the bars
GOAT, is normally the great divider
¶ 3
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Greatest player, greatest manager
Greatest team, greatest final
Greatest ….
keeper (you’re up there)
defender
midfielder
No 10
striker
finisher
winger
dribbler
Ref
Tournament….
¶ 4
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Every tagging will engender…
debate upon debate
but all the pondering and deliberation
is immediately set aside
when it comes to the Greatest Save…
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 for none can touch it
¶ 6
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Except you did
not just touch it, reach it, block it
but divert it
alter it’s trajectory – as if the sun had exploded
¶ 7
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Pelé, was discommoded
but even he
saw the beauty
of how your paw
managed to draw
the very breath away from our lungs
and yet utter in many varied tongues…
“How the……..!!!!!!”
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Gordon, we now lay you to rest
in that great goalmouth in the sky
but with a shared saddened sigh
we’ll all acknowledge
that your memory will be as treasured, and….
as safe as the “Banks of England”
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