Made in London

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Made in London from Irish beef,
Brixton`s where i cut my teeth,
painted goals on red brick walls,
graze your knee ,kicked in the balls,
no theatrical rolling `round back then,
boys were boys and men were men,
all wanted to play at the highest level,
like Sansom, Dixon, Adams or Neville,
cuz our escape was our only ambition,
so what if they never came to fruition,
it was great fun, almost living the dream,
scoring the winner,for your sunday team,
Made in London, from Irish beef,
where every man, can hide his grief,
such a beautiful and unforgiving place,
where football was our saving grace,

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/made-in-london/