The People’s Game
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The early heroes left the factoreis
Forged from coalfields all the same
Took the bus with fans on Saturdays
When football was the people’s game
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The standing terrace packed to stanchions
Flatcaps and rattles, hearts a flame
Like rocket sparks the goals exploded
For football was the people’s game
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Long before the logos circus
With numbered shirts not sponsors names
And superstars were next door heroes
As football was the people’s game
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Men like Liddell, Finney, Puskas
Played for glory not the fame
Their skills lit up the finest pitches
And made football the people’s game
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A time before the preach of agents
Tickets purchased at the gates
The Q’s would stretch a mile of heaven
Sure football was the people’s game
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Snot nosed kids just like their Fathers
Terrace Hymns the faith proclaim
Like Saturdays Pink in grubby fingers
Oh football was the people’s game
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Stars were born and shone so brightly
Lesser skills would sweat the way
And tackles came in fast with fury
See football was the people’s game
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The grey of backyard streets on weekdays
Rendered robes of wind and rain
And then the pitch of Saturdays Emerald
All made football the people’s game
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Scribbled names on desks and walls
Boots and shinpads for birthdays came
All were bought with Embassy coupons
Ah football was the people’s game
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Littlewoods pools and spot the ball
The score draw millions how we prayed
But still me Dad would smile “Next week eh”
Our football was the people’s game
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The world cup canvas built for artists
The tarmac pitch where we all played
Copied heroes and won matches
This football was the people’s game
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A universal language spoken
Times moves on and all things change
Icebergs melt but not this passion
For football’s still the people’s game
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Players come and players go
Some as heroes, forgotten names
But we the fans we’re here forever
That’s why football is the People’s Game.
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