God broke the mould the day
That he made that man.
He pulled out all the stops
As He considered His new plan.
“I’ll make a great footballer.” He said
As He got to the drawing board.
The picture that He drew on the easel
Was anything but flawed.
He tweaked that man’s brain
And tuned it to football perfection.
He gave him all the necessary things
From awareness to deception.
“That man will be a legend in this game,
At the very least.”
God said as he rolled up his sleeves,
Stepped back and looked at his masterpiece.
If you want to see that man,
Old Trafford is the place to be.
There you’ll see a genius at work
As Sir Alex looks on with glee.
“Though he will play in midfield” God said,
“I want him to score lots of goals.
So for the purpose of rhyme in many a terrace chant
I’ll name him Paul Scholes.”