King Oz

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He’d sniff out a goal
The way my pooch would sniff out a waylaid treat
And he’d do it in such a way
That would have everybody off their seat

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In passages of play, he’d wander
And then as if by magic, he’d pounce
The ball attached to his laces, as he skirted defenders & keepers
He’s the King we can’t renounce!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And the hips, that shimmied
Reminded us all of Elvis in his prime
The sideburns, the looks, the image, the finish
All of it sublime



Peter Osgood.
King of Stamford Bridge.
20.2.1947 – 1.3.2006

I cannot believe it’s 10 years since the angels came calling.

My dog is named after him!
All the wise guy locals try to tell my kids that he’s named after a Spud!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/king-oz/