Pretending To Be Greavsie
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I dreamt I was George Best
dribbling down the wing,
beating defenders with ease
cutting inside and shooting.
I imagined I was Gordon Banks
the greatest keeper by far,
saving shot after shot
tipping Pele’s header over the bar.
I pretended to be Jimmy Greaves
with the ball at my feet,
playing over the local fields
or having a kick about in the street.
I wanted to be like Bobby Moore
as he was coolness personified,
be a World Cup winning captain
and a born leader of the side.
I longed to be a footballer
play for my beloved Sky Blues,
be part of Jimmy Hills revolution
win trophies and rarely ever lose.
I never achieved my goal
and play for my local club,
instead I support from the stands
and talk about them in the pub.
I often wonder what might have been
yet as they say what will be will be,
but am I bitter at not making it ?
lets just say it’s your loss Coventry !
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