It’s All In The Name
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He ran down the pitch with perfect control,
Lifted his head and scored a fine goal.
The crowd starting roaring
To see their man scoring
And his team mates acknowledged that goal.
He raised his right hand,
Waved once at the stand
And made his way back to the centre.
No antics, no sliding, no baring his chest,
Just a slight smile for doing his best.
And that’s how it is,
It’s all in the name,
George Best was the best
At the Beautiful Game.
Never forgotten,
Always adored,
And just raising one hand
Each time he scored.
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