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The Galloping Major.

kevin raymond

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Did a Galloping Major run us riot
As he danced through our defence
Why was it always Wemberly?
Where such artistry commenced

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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.

© kjp raymond 2006

Notes

“I was with (Bobby) Charlton, (Denis) Law and Puskas, we were coaching in a football academy in Australia. The youngsters we were coaching did not respect him including making fun of his weight and age…We decided to let the guys challenge a coach to hit the crossbar 10 times in a row, obviously they picked the old fat one. Law asked the kids how many they thought the old fat coach would get out of ten. Most said less than five. Best said ten. The old fat coach stepped up and hit nine in a row. For the tenth shot he scooped the ball in the air, bounced it off both shoulders and his head, then flicked it over with his heel and cannoned the ball off the crossbar on the volley. They all stood in silence then one kid asked who he was, I replied, To you, his name is Mr.Puskas.”– George Best.

peace.

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-galloping-major/?shared=email&msg=fail