I Felt Like George Best
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I played on the wing as a lad
For my schools and Coventry Boys
Played football almost every saturday
From the age of seven till seventeen.
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My role was to get past my defender
Try and put in lot’s of accurate crosses
When we scored from one of them
The feeling was second to none.
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To beat your marker felt great
But to cut inside and score was better
Then to get mobbed by my team-mates
In my young mind, I was George Best.
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Still get a warm feeling and a glow
Thinking back to those childhood days
Winning lots of certificates and medals
Still got them in a drawer at home.
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Stopped playing far too early
But I enjoyed it nevertheless
Just grateful to play the best sport
Memories of certain matches still with me today.
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Get my enjoyment now from watching my team
Downcast though when they fail to win
But to me football is all about emotion
Without passion it’s completely soulless.
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But only real football fans understand
This ecstasy and agony we feel
When we play or watch our sport
This beautiful game of football.
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