Jim Baxter makes great soup of…..England.
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I’m told that wee Jim Baxter
Beat England on his own
Its a fact that Scottish fans
Have written down in stone
He strolled around as if the game
Was a kick about on some beach
English defenders were in despair
As Baxter served up treats
He shimmied and stepped over
Caressed the ball at ease
Offered it to his opponents
Then kept it like a tease
A display of intricate midfield play
The likes of which you’ve never seen
Baxter took England to the cleaners
In one fell swop supreme!!!
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