Stanley Matthews
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Stanley Matthews wasn’t right,
His head felt dull and woozy.
It was as though he’d spent the night
Asleep in a jacuzzi.
¶ 2
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Saliva trickled magically,
The fans could hardly quibble.
They’d come for miles around to see
The Wizard of the Dribble.
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The poor left back, who was not quite
As bad as he was painted,
Was left confounded at the sight,
When Stanley Matthews feinted.
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