The Ghosts of Football Past

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shankly’s arms aloft embracing
Words of wisdom cast in red
Georgie Best a boy there racing
Demons slain and put to bed

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Bobby Moore is still immaculate
Big Jock Stein trains Lisbon’s lions
Garrincha’s legs the Lord won’t straighten
“My Little Bird I made just fine”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Big John Charles in Juve’s colours
Matthew’s jinks past Moses’ ghost
Mozart gets the terrace singing
Shakespeare pens the programme notes.


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