The True King…
¶ 1
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This game has cloned lots of you…
Some English,
Some Brazillian,
Some Italian,
Some French,
Some Argentine,
Some African.
¶ 2
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None posses the kind of soccer artistry
and wit that you display.
You are the king of the game,
The midfield belongs to you,
You are the delight of any pitch,
You are the delight of any fan,
Anywhere in the world.
¶ 3
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You play like JAY JAY,
Loved by Pele,
Score like Beckham,
And great names in the game play like you.
¶ 4
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Colour and choice of team,
Denied you your true ovation and glory.
But your artistry carved a name for you
Like…
PELE,
Henry,
Maradona,
And Platini.
¶ 5
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Soccer is incomplete without you,
You are the most talanted player without a crown.
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