Ian Dunbavin

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Dunbavin – Halifax’s number 1.
Between the sticks,
Safe hands, shot-stopper.
Penalties, free-kicks
Nothing beats Dun’

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 His moment this season,
At home, in front of the south stand faithful.
1-0 up – Last minute – play-off rivals on the attack,
Ball swung in, knocked out by the centre half.
Attacker on the end, smashing volley towards the top-corner?
A deserved goal, the shot in itself…
Hearts drop, I for one cursed
But Dunbavin heard, leapt’
Middle finger connects with the ball, how?
1 of 3 touches he had, still won ‘Man of the Match’
What a save? Mighty Dunbavin…



What a crackin’ save!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/ian-dunbavin/