Let’s Get Physical.
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I’m missing the aroma of liniment
Fields with real men on display
Norman Hunter and Franny Lee ‘s diligence
On a mind blowing Match of the Day.
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Mick Jones and that chin, with his arm in a sling
Sniffer Clarke who he played alongside
Bobby Keech didn’t care he’d kick your derrière
Down the Thames on the outgoing tide.
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Him who looked like David Crosby
Was Gerry Gow his name? I digress
The Arsenal’s Peter Storey, a midfield brick wall
Who them Leeds boys will never forget?
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Bremner and Giles, the innocuous smiles
Crazy Horse and Tommy Smith up at Anfield
Charlie Hurley, The Doog, Frank McLintock on cue
Well versed in Marquis of Queensbury rules.
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Ian Ure had a face inspired nightmares
Jack Charlton sans teeth was as bad
Chopper Harris well aware he was putting the frighteners
On innocent young C.F.C fans.
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I’m not condoning the physical side of the game
The players I’ve named would enforce
But I feel something’s missing, been taken away
Which in turn, sometimes spoils my enjoyment.
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Too many rule changes, could be?
There’s much less physical contact and tackling
How many of the names above you can see
Would be banned from game’s now, and sent packing?
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