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I am on the viewing platform at the National Football Museum
As I gaze upon the perfect pitch below.
I reflect on boyhood memories of this sporting athenaeum,
Of invincible lilywhite heroes in full flow.
A shadow centre forward shoots against a shadowy post,
And a ghostly goalie saves a penalty from a ghost.
There are magical matches which I recall the most,
Like beating Birmingham eight nil with a virtuoso show,
A virtuoso show.
O my Finney and my Thompson long ago!
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