The Ghost of The Playground
¶ 1
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I bet he’s with Cloughie
Just keeping it neat
Racing with Matthews
Ball to his feet
¶ 2
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I bet he tells Edwards
“My ball yer clown”
And jinks it past Bremner
Who can’t scythe him down
¶ 3
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I bet he makes Shankly
Just tear out his hair
Then whizzes past Emlyn
Like he isn’t there
¶ 4
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I bet he fools Jinky
With some of his tricks
‘megging Garrincha
With boots full of flicks
¶ 5
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I bet he’s still playing
When day turns to night
The Ghost of the Playground
A wondrous sight.
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