My Adidas Santiago
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I recall how bright the floodlights were,
When I played on Fellows Park.
They were nothing quite like the old streetlights,
Where I learned my skills in the dusk and the dark.
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My Adidas Santiago gleamed,
And distracted a driver or two.
After tea every day where could I play?
What else could a football youngster do?
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The ball that I used sometimes went on the road
And I had to then make chase,
That’s where I learned to use my speed
It was where I needed my pace.
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I often pass by that same old field
And see boys playing there like I used to do,
I remember the time I heard the news
A Police car had hit and killed Michael Pugh.
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He was only chasing a ball,
Now there are bushes and shrubs five feet tall.
Too late to save a young boy who’s gone,
Planted where my Adidas Santiago shone.
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