The Net Result
¶ 1
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It was more than fifty years ago,
But I can still remember yet,
The day at Durban’s old Kingsmead,
When Les Salton broke the net…
He was in the colours of Berea Park,
Leading their attack,
Royal blue shirt and white shorts,
With number 9 upon his back.
¶ 2
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Must confess I can’t recall
Who the opponents were that day,
But can see in my mind’s eye
What happened during play…
Les burst through and from five yards
Unleashed such a fearsome shot,
That it broke a corner of the net,
(Some folk still say “What?!!”)
¶ 3
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I was with my Dad behind the goals,
And he turned to me and said,
“Oh my word, did you see that?”
Then just shook his head…
My dear old Dad is long gone,
But I’m forever in his debt,
For taking me to Kingsmead ground,
That day Les Salton broke the net.
¶ 4
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The ‘Sunday Tribune’ mentioned it
Next morning I recall,
How a centre forward snapped the mesh
With a leather soccer ball…
“You can’t believe the newspapers”
So some sceptics say,
But I saw with my own eyes
Les Salton break the net that day.
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