Sergeant Major’s last stand
¶ 1
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Who’s the fat chap they said as he strolled out at Wembley
‘Who the hell are Hungary?’, cold hands are rubbed in glee
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The greatest purveyors of the art, England from planet football
Normal service expected as the Magyars entered the assembly hall
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They absolutely routed the English, old timers recall
Made to look like the condemned, legless on a pub crawl
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They sang the skipper was the fat porker, squat, one foot, no pace
Just as the left cannon exploded, exploiting the airtight space
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As the Wembley massacre took effect helped by strict precision and military service
The awesome Billy Wright was reduced to an absolute novice
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Thus Roly Poly’s Incredibles became the first victorious foreigners at Wembley
As the mighty England were hammered, six goals to three
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His girth and ungainly gait led to the tag of ‘Galloping Major’
After this demolition job he was no longer to be a stranger
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His death leaves the fondest of memories amidst all the strife
Simply one of the greatest players that I have seen in my life
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