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Spanish Dave

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Spanish Dave
So quiet on his debut, has he got what it takes?
He’ll need building up, better feed him on steak
They said “21 million, it’s some kind of joke
What use will he be on a wet night at Stoke?”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But in no time at all, we could see what we’d got
Was a player who might be the best of the lot
Killer through balls, balletic pirouettes
A first touch to die for, as good as it gets

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Weaving this way and that, with effortless grace
A supernatural ability to find pockets of space
Flicks, tricks and dummies, a talent supreme
But only ever employed for the good of the team

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Clatter into his ankles, smash him to the floor
He’ll just dust himself down and come back for more
Two men at his back but he still wants the ball
Only the bravest play with no fear at all

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Like Colin the King, so humble and shy
At his best in the derbies, he made those reds cry
Six wins at Old Trafford, no blue’s ever had more
And the pass of a lifetime for Edin to bring up that score

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Ten glorious years, so many pots won
With Zaba and Yaya, Vinny and Kun
Now those pundits who’d dissed him all say the same
If you don’t love this guy then you don’t love the game
A privilege to watch, a joy to behold
To be treasured forever, our Silva’s pure gold

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Notes

This poem is a tribute to David Silva and the impact he made during his ten-year stint at Manchester City. I wrote it shortly after his departure in August 2020.

At the moment, it doesn’t look as though David is being missed too much, but for all the outstanding players in the squad there is no-one with quite the same aesthetic quality, the ability to make you quietly purr with a single touch or turn.

For me, David is the very embodiment of why it’s called the beautiful game.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/spanish-dave/