1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Gordon Banks has sold his World Cup Medal
to save his children arguing about
whether they should keep it or should peddle
it to corporate man come soccer lout.
When dad finally pops his clogs and goes
to keep goal for God’s team up in heaven
they will share jokes about the highs and lows
of a life spent in the first eleven.
He says he’s going to split the proceeds
amongst them whilst he’s still alive to see
them enjoy it. His prize for sporting deeds
security for now and what might be.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Always the sweet memories of that day
and others of that save against Pele.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/security/