Football Poets

Our Bobby

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Grown men cried when they heard the news
Retired players anxious to to give their views
Of the man with the distinctive looks
And whose deeds still fill the sporting books

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sadly had passed away aged just fifty one
The man they said of, “He cannot run!”
Immaculate when wearing the number 6 shirt coloured red
Coaches even commented “The ball he cannot head!”

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But now all spoke of him with an emotional awe
He who made the massive Wembley crowd roar
When he counted each and every step
For a Royal appointment that had to be kept

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Wiped his hands, squared his shoulders
Nation expected, from children to householders
White gloved hand offered the cup most revered
As his proudest moment now grandly neared….
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Born back in nineteen forty one
Mum and dad looking down at their brand new son
The ultimate Essex boy arriving in Barking
Not long and interest in football then starting

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Signed up to become a future Hammer
With a football never did he stammer
Desperate to play at Upton Park
Would practice until well after dark

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Longed to become a claret and blue
Wanted to put his talents on view
Immaculate hair naturally blonde
A future skipper with a magic wand

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The then Alf Ramsey soon took note
And as his captain soon had his vote
Other parts of the jig saw came together
Ready to win in all types of weather

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Later we all proudly watched him on the tele
When he came face to face with Pele
Bearing down with the ball at his feet
Our Bobby calmly waiting to meet and to greet

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The blistering sun beat relentlessly on all
But oh how our Bobby he stayed so cool
The one who was never ever flustered
While some around him huffed and blustered

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 They swapped shirts at the final whistle
Mutual respect, words from their own epistle
Number six given for number ten
A memorable moment for two respected men

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Shook hands as they then bid farewell
Enough talent to fill the deepest well
We had been beaten by just one goal
But our Bobby had excelled in his role
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Distinctive stance when as a defender
Any though ball, return to sender!
Guide an attacker down a blind alley
Make them confused and then dilly-dally

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Always timed his tackles to perfection
Instinctively knew the right selection
Out came a leg and the ball was his
Almost saying “This is how it is”

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 All were confounded by the human Rolls Royce
Rarely felt the need to raise his voice
Played the game with good grace
And, always, always in the right place

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Never seemed to break sweat
Over whom was about to be met
Led the team out with the ball at his hip
Ready any forward to asset strip

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 “He has faults!” the experts blustered
Whilst he remained completely unflustered
Quietly got on with the game that he loved
Until that day shaking hands with the lady white gloved

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Recalled many times that moment in history
Why he was not knighted remains a real mystery
He who gave us our finest moment on that far off sunny day
After he had played the beautiful game the Bobby Moore way

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