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My Hero

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A Town hero from yesteryear
was winger David Moss;
strikers such as Eastoe
would Prophett from a cross.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Moustachioed, hunch shouldered run,
his pace was whippet quick;
jet-heeled he’d pass defenders
or beat them with a trick.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He left the Town for Luton
causing Swindon fans much grief.
We would miss his mazy runs,
his flashing, dazzling teeth.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Before leaving for that other Town
he scored a hat-trick ‘gainst the U’s;
’78 was his best season,
goals scored in ones and twos.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He returned from Luton to the Town
in the Lou Macari years,
but made only four appearances,
reducing fans, like me, to tears.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I saw Mossy’s final goal
standing on a railway sleeper;
a strike against the Torquay Gulls
that whistled past the keeper.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I never really realised
that Moss scored goals for fun:
in his first spell for the Robins
amassing eighty one.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Later Moss became the boss
of the Silkmen at Moss Rose,
never quite hit the dizzy heights
with a team of honest joes.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I met Moss once many years ago
when he was playing cricket,
though he was clearly more at home
with ball at feet, not when at the wicket.

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Notes

Dave Moss was an early hero of mine, playing for Swindon in the 1970’s. a good, old fashioned winger.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-hero/