Look at the state of you !
¶ 1
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Jumpers down for goalposts
Using a plastic ball
Playing out in all weather
Stopping play at nightfall.
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No replica kits on display
No gloves on our hands
No rings or earrings
No girlie Alice Bands.
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If you’re Jimmy Greaves
Then I’m Denis Law
The goalie Gordon Banks
Skilful one Bobby Moore.
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Covered from head to toe in mud
Getting dark score, fifteen all
Cuts and bruises, no shin pads
Playing on with a punctured ball.
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Greavsie nods home the winner
We’ll all be back again the next day
“Look at the state of you”, says mum
Dad smiles,that’s how he used to play.
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No computers, Dvd’s, or Playstations
Out from under your parents feet
Just a football and a few mates
Not hanging in gangs on the street.
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Back then we didn’t have health and safety
And we weren’t ruled by a nanny state
We just had lots of fun playing soccer
Which to football mad lads was great !
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