The faintest of touches
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The faintest of touches, most faint ever found
Then one extra step and he’s wheelchair bound
Dimitar devious, layer upon layer
“Everyone knows I’m not that kind of player”
“I lost my balance” the Bulgar did cry
Who are you codding? You did in your eye!
25 yards away with a view from behind
Webb MBE showed to who he’s affined
Both players went in, studs they were showing
Slightly late Steven knew where he was going
Baldly, Howards way was to flash the red wildly
The battle now uphill to put it quite mildly
They wrestled adversity with all of their might
They showed Kenny grit, they showed Kenny fight
Old Trafford pitch there was only one coward.
MBE just won’t do, Arise Sir Howard.
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