The Belfast Boy
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He made
Even the most football-loathing pygmy
From the deepest recesses of Timbuktu
Sit up and take notice
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Of the beauty
That can be created
By the gentle art
Of booting a ball around a football pitch.
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‘El Beatle’
Created dreams for millions of people,
Who didn’t know
That the human body
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Could create such
Artistic magnificence
With the merest twist of an ankle…
The slightest bend of a knee…
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The simple act
Of kicking
A football
Up and down a pitch.
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You didn’t need to be
A fan of his team
To appreciate
And love
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The awe-inspiring style
This genius created
Like a modern-day
Leonardo.
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He was a lesson to everybody
Who doesn’t know
How gifted they are
In their own unique way.
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Some people
Are more gifted
Than others…
But we are all
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Capable of reaching
Our own personal Nirvana
If we cover
Every last blade of grass.
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People in his homeland
Are obsessed
With which foot
Somebody kicks with.
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But future generations
Will tell tales
About the greatest feet
That anybody from this province ever kicked with –
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The incomparable feet
Of the man
Who single-handedly
Put Northern Ireland on the map.
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The greatest footballer
This world has ever seen
Will be remembered
And loved
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Long after we mere mortals
Have gone up to that great
Elysian football field
In the sky.
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Not bad, for a wee boy from Belfast!
To people in the furthest-flung
Corners of the world,
He IS Northern Ireland.
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If you mention Northern Ireland
To a Tibetan monk or an Eskimo…
The first two words they say are:
“George Best!”
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