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Walking down the tunnel
Tears of dis-appiontment well in his eyes
He remembers how they cut him loose
Without even a miserly golden hand-shake
Or mega-bucks testimonial for his trouble.
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Climbing the steps to the pitch
His knees are at him again
As he walks out on the field of play
and waves to the bored cold crowd
Who look up from their plastic ham-burgers and gently applaud.
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“Who’s he dad”?
“Dunno son, used to play for us I think”?
“Dad…will we be home indoors
For Ant and Dec’s Saturday night take-away”?
Yeah I think so, best clap now though son it’s what’s expected”.