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Me and Bobby Moore

Ralph Dartford

Wednesday, March 31st, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Met you in a single carriage
on a late train to Southend.
Just me and you,
the slashed up seats.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You were their manager then.
But you could not cut it.
As if that mattered,
when we passed Upton Park tube.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I saw you first against Ipswich
with Clyde Best.
Six years old with my Dad.
Lifted off our feet in the north bank.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As we approached Basildon,
I plucked up courage
to ask everything.
But I choked.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I was caught offside.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I wanted to ask
about Greavsie,
bracelets,
that Pele tackle,
lifting the cup,
your clothes,
candour,
courage,
and
Poland.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But I didn’t ask a thing.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 As I left the train,
All I could do was shake your hand.
That was enough for me
I’d played a blinder.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I woke up my dad.
Told him about you.
He said that you once played in goal
against Stoke City.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 He was lifted again.

Notes

A true story about a meeting on a train. Enough said.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/me-and-bobby-moore-3/