I’ve Never Been Good At Football
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Lunchtimes in the school playground
Getting caught up in the melee
I’ve never been good at football
But in my head, I’m bleedin’ Pele
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Then later on we’d play a second leg
In the nearest open park
We’d thrash out our aggregate score
‘Till it was way past dark
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The agony of a goal going in
And friends blame being placed on ya
I’ve never been good at football
But in my head, I’m Maradona
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In sixth-form, a kickabout was a rare treat
As we were always laden with work
But when we got an opportunity
We all went bezerk
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Even then, in terms of skill
I was far behind the rest
I’ve never been good at football
But in my head, I’m Georgie Best
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When I went off to uni
I prayed I’d make the team
To have a regular game in my life
Had always been my dream
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But I didn’t make the cut
Inevitably, I was sour
But then, I’ve never been good at football
But in my head, I’ll always be Beckenbauer.
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