The Times That I Saw Denis Play
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the way he’d glide majestic’lly
like some young whippet running free
who’d tear defences clean apart
in classic red the beating heart
of that great line up of the day
the times that I saw Denis play
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a shimmy here a shimmy there
in mud and snow and ev’rywhere
when round-neck long-sleeved shirts came in
I even clutched my sleeves like him
and tried to swivel in his way
in ev’ry game I saw him play
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a Chelsea fan still in my teens
United were my second team
and I recall the buzz and vibe
around the Bridge when he’d arrive
with Best and Bobby on the day
when Law would come to town to play
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and I recall the journey up
to Old Trafford when in the Cup
it almost felt ok to lose
as Law ran rings around the Blues
and I’m just grateful to this day
for all the times I saw him play
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