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Sergeant Major’s last stand

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Who’s the fat chap they said as he strolled out at Wembley
‘Who the hell are Hungary?’, cold hands are rubbed in glee

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The greatest purveyors of the art, England from planet football
Normal service expected as the Magyars entered the assembly hall

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They absolutely routed the English, old timers recall
Made to look like the condemned, legless on a pub crawl

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They sang the skipper was the fat porker, squat, one foot, no pace
Just as the left cannon exploded, exploiting the airtight space

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As the Wembley massacre took effect helped by strict precision and military service
The awesome Billy Wright was reduced to an absolute novice

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Thus Roly Poly’s Incredibles became the first victorious foreigners at Wembley
As the mighty England were hammered, six goals to three

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 His girth and ungainly gait led to the tag of ‘Galloping Major’
After this demolition job he was no longer to be a stranger

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 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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Notes

Nicknamed ‘Roly Poly’ by the late great Ron Greenwood, Puskas was one of the greatest players to step onto a football pitch. The Magyars led by the Major taught England the mother of all footballing lessons.

The last line is based on Sepp Blatter’s tribute to Puskas.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sergeant-majors-last-stand/?shared=email&msg=fail