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Halos for Goalposts

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Bobby Moore he called his troops
And told ’em “lace your boots”
Bill Dean, Hughes and Jinky smiled
Whilst Bestie turned to shoot
Garrincha charmed the angels
With the ball wed to his feet
Whilst Stanley Matthews whistled past
The cleanest pair of heels
Andrade still a prince upon
A pitch designed by God
Shankly Paisley Busby there
To build the team upon
In heaven it’s the World Cup
When the lads come out to play
There’s no cheating diving feigning
For they know there’s hell to pay!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/halos-for-goalposts/