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Black or white plimsolls, our Wemberley
Had a goal that backed on to The Thames
Not a kid owned a shirt we were two frantic teams
In them ace by-gone games with our friends.
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We’d turn up in all shapes and sizes
Why. We’d even let nippers join games
Some kids came to play whose pure skill would surprise us
So we’d envy their minutes of fame
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There was no lush green grass on our pitches
And trainers? Wore track-suits and smoked
Yet our matches were rife with the riches
That the wanting to win could provoke.
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Who cares if you ain’t got the right kit?
When you play on the streets it’s for laughs
As we nurtured the wonder called friendship
Till “Oi you get indoors in the bath”
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The missed kicks and slip-ups, the sly digs and trip ups
As you seemed through to then hit the post
Are all leading up to Brazil winning a World Cup
Whilst scoring one of the greatest team goals?
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When imagination runs riot it can inspire young lives
To be anything they desire to be
The above composition was inspired by a beautiful vision
Of a wonderful Sony ad I’ve just seen on TV!