Mexico 1970
¶ 1
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Ghosts of Gerson, Cubillas and Muller
drifting, not as then, in black and white
but striding forth in glorious technicolour.
¶ 2
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Exotic flowers make rockeries seem fuller
and I inhaled their nectar with delight
in dreams of Gerson, Cubillas and Muller.
¶ 3
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Inevitably, some games seemed much duller
but memory has put them all to flight,
wiped away by glorious technicolour.
¶ 4
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A world away from Grimsby versus Hull; a
world away from Bradford’s fading light,
these ghosts of Gerson, Cubillas and Muller.
¶ 5
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In England, sure, they had the odd crowd-puller,
seen on the box each seventh Saturday night,
but never watched in glorious technicolour.
¶ 6
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To boys like me, God, it was wonderful, a
feast to sate the fiercest appetite,
those ghosts of Gerson, Cubillas and Muller,
striding forth in glorious technicolour.
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