The Best – An Acrostic
¶ 1
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Get back to the fourteenth of September 1963
Even then it was an extra special talent you could see
Out of Belfast Bob Bishop had uncovered a genius
Running rings round defenders, destined to be rebellious.
Grainy, jumpy, quirky black and white film chart his early game
El Beatle returns from Lisbon into the madness and fame.
¶ 2
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Bestie’s up in heaven still tormenting those poor defenders
Ever the charmer, he still gets forgiven for his benders.
Sadly I wonder if my memories will begin to fade
Time was when he was my youth. I was in the crowd when he played.
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