Like Greased Lightning.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 For some strange reason
Looking at him
Always reminded me of Lech Walensa.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Tis said that after Italy
Won the World Cup in Spain
Gianni Agnelli (then the owner of Fiat)

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Arranged his transfer, to his beloved Juve
Through Lada car company
Contacts, that he had in Poland.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 That winter day in Florence
When he turned out
In the famous black and white stripes of the old lady of Turin.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For that Serie A game against the Viola
I could see, for myself, what all the fuss
In the partizan build up to the game had been about.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Playing alongside Paolo Rossi, Michel Platini, Claudio Gentile
Gaetano Scirea and Dino Zoff
Zbigniew Boniek with his ginger hair and moustache
And the slight hunchback all the great wingers had
Set the crowd alight with a one man show of sheer blistering pace
And breathtaking football abilty.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 That was etched deep in our minds, whom ever we supported,
Long after the mindblowing
Four all draw was over, and we trooped out into the over crowded And darkened, cold Florence streets.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 And I, I’m very previledged to say…..was there to see him,
Performing in all his quite unbelievable glory.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Thinking back to what happened in the game, on the train jouney to Rome, later that evening, I’d no idea I’d witnessed a sight so wondrous, it would spur a bloke like me, on to write a piece like this about a Polish footballer!

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 But that’s the beauty of our game, is it not?



Zbigniew Boniek, in that first season at Juventus, quite the fastest turn of speed, from a standing start, I’ve ever seen grace a football pitch.

Just a never to be forgotten memory of a blinding day watching a game from Serie A in Florence.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/like-greased-lightning/