That Man
¶ 1
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God broke the mould the day
That he made that man.
He pulled out all the stops
As He considered His new plan.
¶ 2
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“I’ll make a great footballer.” He said
As He got to the drawing board.
The picture that He drew on the easel
Was anything but flawed.
¶ 3
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He tweaked that man’s brain
And tuned it to football perfection.
He gave him all the necessary things
From awareness to deception.
¶ 4
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“That man will be a legend in this game,
At the very least.”
God said as he rolled up his sleeves,
Stepped back and looked at his masterpiece.
¶ 5
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If you want to see that man,
Old Trafford is the place to be.
There you’ll see a genius at work
As Sir Alex looks on with glee.
¶ 6
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“Though he will play in midfield” God said,
“I want him to score lots of goals.
So for the purpose of rhyme in many a terrace chant
I’ll name him Paul Scholes.”
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