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Walter Tull

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 This English orphan grew miracles for feet and
Played his football for Northampton Town
On his shirt there were no logos or sponsor’s names
Screaming out in the neon haze
Of money and power
On his boots there were no names stitched in gold
To remind us of his value and worth
He had no agent to discuss terms and negotiate
There were no sexed-up accounts
Of his quality and ability
As a footballer, as a man…
His words few for this man let
His spirit speak best
His sprit remembered well
By those who know of freedom
A freedom borne from sacrifice
On those killing fields of France…

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Walter Tull (1888-1918)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/walter-tull/