Red, Not Read
¶ 1
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He was eight when he joined the academy
Bouncing balls like babies on his knee
Ambitions to play at Wembley
At twenty, he’d write his autobiography
¶ 2
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At last, his long awaited debut
Name on shirt, his boots were new
As he ran out, apprehension grew
He’d be ok when he’d had a touch or two
¶ 3
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He saw red, got shown the card
Sent off for going in too hard
Disciplinary record somewhat marred
Like the striker, whose leg he’d scarred
¶ 4
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His future was uncertain then
A seond chance, but who knows when
He may have no need to pick up his pen
It’s possible he won’t play again
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