The Playmaker.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Resembling the late Gil Scott-Heron
He strolled bout the field kind of cool
Idolised Guevara, Castro and Lennon
Whilst moonlighting at medical school.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Smoked 60 a day, so the grapevine said
Standing over six foot in his boots
With that oh so cool beard, or a bandana on his head
He’d a liking for a sherbet or two.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 At The World Cup in Spain in 1982
He led Brazil, or so we thought toward Jules
Till a Rossi inspired Italy, ruined their party on cue,
With a hat trick won an absolute classic three two.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The Brazilians only needing a draw to progress
Were shattered when the game reached its end
But their philosophy on attack with possession its essence
Lacked the nous to: play for a draw, and defend.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In a post tournament ”World Soccer”, the polls called it right
Included in the top hundred players of all time
Scoring goals with his head, an able left foot or right,
Technically astute he was a physical giant.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Botafogo, Corinthians, Fiorentina, Flamenco
Santos, and of course Garforth Town
Though the yarn spun of Dublin AFC long ago
While he earned his degree, is a beauty that will never lie down.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When I hear about Plato, Aristotle or Confucius
They are nothing more to me than mere names
Yet mention of Socrates, six feet plus in his boots
I immediately recall:
Estadio Sarria, Spain, 5th July “82”,
A gorgeous sunny day, and a breath-taking beautiful game!



Socrates. Brazilian Footballer and MD. R.I.P.
Goodnight and may your God go with you.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-playmaker/