The Football and Me
¶ 1
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I couldn’t do the things Dalglish could do
Although I tried, didn’t give up
Kept practising every Saturday
After the match, parks, walls, streets
Didn’t really matter, it was Anfield
I was never going to be a new Dalglish
But the football mirrored my every move
We both knew what it was like
To be kicked.
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