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