Football Poets

THE GALLOPING MAJOR (a football refugee)

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Look at the little fat chap,”
we’re bound to thrash this lot,”
is a quote from an England player,
who’d never seen the wee mans shot.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ninety minutes later,
the score was six to three,
but not for mighty England,
but to the Magyers of Hungary.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 FERENC PUSKAS
born in Budapest — 1927
and along with Best and Pele,
he’d make any world eleven.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A major in the army,
whose team it was Honved,
the greatest team the world had seen,
until Real Madrid.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He didn’t have a right foot
and couldn’t head the ball,
was two stone overweight
and wasn’t very tall.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “You’ll land on your arse,
if you kick with both feet,”
was his answer for cynics
when he heard their critique.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But his left foot it was magic,
to goalies it brougt fear,
and he averaged almost a goal a game,
in an illustrious career.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Hot favourites in 1954,
to lift the prized World Cup,
the Magyers lost to West Germany,
despite being two nil up.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Then in the year of 56,
Honved were playing in Spain,
when they were told that back in Budapest,
things had gone insane.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 An uprising had taken place,
beside the Danube banks,
and now the city of Budapest,
was full of Soviet tanks.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Puskas was told in no uncertain terms,
he had better not return,
so he had to become a refugee,
while his beloved city burned.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 He played in Austria for a year,
then tried Italy,
but they refused him a work permit,
questioning his ability.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Then at the age of thirty one,
he brought his great talent off to Spain,
when he joined the great Real Madrid,
and commenced an eight year reign.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 A signing on fee of ten thousand pounds,
meant he could put money in El Banco,
and he soon became a favourite,
of the Spanish leader Franco.

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 His scoring feats continued,
his left foot it was hot,
and he was Real’s top scorer,
four years on the trot.

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Di Stefano, Gento, Puskas,
the great line from La Liga,
forget about Raul,
Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo.

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Then in 1960
he got Hampden Park to roar,
as Real hammered Eintract Frankfurt,
and Puskas he scored four.

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 To his eighty four caps for Hungary,
he added four for Spain,
the pudgy little number ten,
with the super football brain.

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 He said adios to Madrid,
as his fortieth approached,
and he wandered all five continents,
where he managed —- trained and coached.

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 San Francisco, Chile, Africa,
and Panathinakos Greece,
but he yearned to return to Hungary,
so he could die in peace.

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 Then one night in Germany,
the Berlin Wall came down,
and instead of sending tanks in,
the Russians made no sound.

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The people took the inch,
grabbed a foot —- and then a yard,
and when free elections came along,
took the Independence card.

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 So Hungary was free once more,
the ‘chubby maestros’ dream,
and he returned to Budapest again,
and coached the national team.

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 But the ‘ little fat chaps’ gypsy blood,
still had the wanderlust,
and he travelled obscure corners,
to coach and earn a crust.

¶ 25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 He was last heard of in Australia,
I don’t know if he’s alive or dead,
but here’s to the ‘GALLOPING MAJOR’
the refugee captain from Honved.