The Best – An Acrostic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-best-an-acrostic/