Me our kid and dad.
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There are not many lads
To have this proud boast
In the same team as dad
We luckier than most
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We were on a footie tour
Down in Torquay in Devon
Dad was the Gaffer
Our kid wore 4 or was it 7
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We played Sunday Morning
I remember the red soil
Bare 11with no subs
One or two started to toil
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Then on came a sub
I looked at our kid
I said thats the old man
Making his bid
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He played on the right
For 20 mins or more
He was shooting on sight
Determined to score
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2 – 1 with a minute to go
He hit the bar Charlton style
And after the game lets say
We heard about it for a while
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He dined out on the fact
He’d played alongside his lads
And we did the same
Proud of our dad
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