Come Back Bobby Moore

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Football hero icon true
The finest that there’s been
East End lad with gold for boots
Flesh and blood from dreams

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Playing for the Hammers proud
A lad who showed them all
You didn’t need to scrap and fight
To boss them off the ball

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Timing sound telepathy
You used with those around
For Hurst and Peters knew your way
Of spreading passes round

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 No brutal snarling swearing thug
So dignified with flair
A shining knight whose golden crown
No other head can wear

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Heaven’s Pitch is where you play
The number 6 your own
Those breathless skills you forged down here
Are God’s, and His alone

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Against the best you stood the test
And earned the right to be
In every Football World XI
Chosen rightfully

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 No finer player played the game
No other player would
E’re light the fires within my heart
The way your football could

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 For I have loved you all these years
I know I always will
My heart it shattered when you died
The dark clouds linger still.



Sir Bobby Moore: A Beautiful Footballer for the Beautiful Game; a fine man, always remembered, forever missed.
Strange how you never fall out of love with your first love.

There should be some kind of literary award set up in Bobby Moore’s name, used in promoting Football Poetry to inspire new writers and at the same time encourage youngsters who may be reluctant readers.
If Bobby Moore can’t inspire then no one can.

Power money influence are strangers to me and I to them but maybe someone out there can wield some influence???

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/come-back-bobby-moore/