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Lofty Parkes, heading the bar, brilliantly erratic.
Zico Palmer, tackled wingers into next week.
Squeak Parkin took no prisoners, either. Captain
Bailey led by example, if a little short of pace…
Munro and McAlle dealt with allcomers – well,
Most of the time they did. Dead shot Hibby, ace
Penalty taker at No. 7 (Do we need him now!).
Mercurial Danny Hegan, our very own Bestie;
JR, a boyish hero in tandem with The Doog.
And Waggy out on the left – genius in boots.
Not forgetting taskmaster McGarry and a team
That came close, but never quite close enough.
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This was my era, this was my time – Subutteo
On the front room floor, Sports Report on my
Red plastic tranny – an Umbro kit to wear with
Pride out in the streets as we played on and on
Every night after school. The visit to Molineux
A fond pilgrimage every other Saturday, our spot
Down the front without fail. We saw some games,
Leeds, Liverpool, Chelsea, Arsenal, City, United.
They came, we conquered – or got sunk, no trace.
But it was fun, became something to cherish when
Thnigs got tough over the years since passed into
History – sweet teenage memories, Wanderous days.