Portugal’s favourite son
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Lithe, lissom and powerful
He was a predator in his prime
Stealthy in attack
His finishing was sublime
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The Black Panther –
A nickname affectionately bestowed
And from his goal-laden boots
The shots would explode
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On and off the pitch
He had pace, poise and presence
Everyone he met
Was imbued with his pleasance
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The memories are abiding
And will last forevermore
As he reaches the Pearly Gates
He’ll sidestep ‘n score!
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