The Galloping Major.
¶ 1
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Do grainy films do justice
To a brylcreemed hero true
Did Hungary led by Puskas, put us back ten years?
I’ll leave that up to you
¶ 2
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Did a Galloping Major run us riot
As he danced through our defence
Why was it always Wemberly?
Where such artistry commenced
¶ 3
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To show us that it’s not the cups
And championships you win
But mere men like Ferenc Puskas,
Truly blessed, that pull us in
¶ 4
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Tis true we talk of those who walk
On the cud, as God’s on earth
But for those of us, who never saw him grace the field of play
Then such talk, for us, has worth
¶ 5
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When you can blitz the crowd, at the Bernabeau
At the age of thirty one
That tells me that Ferenc Puskas, aka The Galloping Major
Will go on in Hungarian history and at the Honved club
As…. a football fans icon.
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