Ian Dunbavin
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Dunbavin – Halifax’s number 1.
Between the sticks,
Safe hands, shot-stopper.
Penalties, free-kicks
Nothing beats Dun’
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His moment this season,
At home, in front of the south stand faithful.
1-0 up – Last minute – play-off rivals on the attack,
Ball swung in, knocked out by the centre half.
Attacker on the end, smashing volley towards the top-corner?
A deserved goal, the shot in itself…
Hearts drop, I for one cursed
But Dunbavin heard, leapt’
Middle finger connects with the ball, how?
1 of 3 touches he had, still won ‘Man of the Match’
What a save? Mighty Dunbavin…
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