The Glory of the Grassroots Game
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No prima donna’s neon boots
No glitzy goalie aches to shoot
A sloping pitch a non-league dog
A Poem A Pie and A Pint of grog
¶ 2
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Dogged defenders who stay the course
Strikers with the pace of Inspector Morse
A shot miscued and lost to the trees
Muddy shirts and bloodied knees
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But football played with heart and soul
Gaffer’s orders ‘aim for goal’
Along with many a naughty word
But football proper as it were.
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