When The Maestro Struck.
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I was blown away, stood watching
When the wee man flicked it in
As were the Norwich City squad
Finest trick they’d ever seen.
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They couldn’t quite believe it
Should they clap or cry out loud
As “Did you just see what that small bloke did?”
Went racing through the crowd.
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Worth the entrance fee alone
Worth the journey up
Worth being there, not stuck indoors at home
Worth exiting the cup?
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Of all the clever flicks I’ve ever seen
This one takes first prize
Performed in open play on a field of green
As us fans stood mesmerized.
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No keepy up type circus tricks
Or juggling the ball for fun
Just a sweet caress to a corner kick
And a goal scored on the run.
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You could watch such a thing forever
Till the cows come home, in fact
It was George Best’s night at Wembley,
Or Charlie George flat on his back.
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On the journey home, we chewed the cud
On what it was, we’d seen
Did we give a sod for “The Hand of God”
When Gian-Franco’s in our team?
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