The Man In Black
¶ 1
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Of footy in the 60’/ 70’S, I’ve been looking back.
Nobody took much notice of ‘the man in black’
Those were the greatest days it has to be said.
They carried a notebook and cards yellow and red.
¶ 2
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What else do you need to referee a footy game?
The referees never became a household name.
The best Refs, you hardly noticed were even there.
For the spotlight and stardom they didn’t care.
¶ 3
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The Refs back then, seemed a decent, likeable lot.
Help from the linesmen was all they needed or got.
Referees just did their best and for not much pay.
They got stuff wrong, that’s human nature I’d say!
¶ 4
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Some decisions, you’d lose, some you would win.
At the end of the day, fans just took it on the chin.
Players moved on too when the final whistle blew.
I miss those days of football… do you miss them too?
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