Best Of The Best
Belfast born with magic feet,
Playing ball on cobbled street.
Something with him dwelt,
Something special he felt.
Spotted playing about,
By a Man'U scout.
Telegram was sent,
'I think I've found a genius', it went.
Fifteen years of age,
On the threshold of the national stage.
On his seventeenth birthday,
For the first team, he was to play.
Rave after rave review,
Of his debut.
Slight of frame,
Didn't hinder his game.
Flashes of his lightening speed,
Yes with the ball, at times greed.
The crowds he would enthral,
Extraordinary feats with the ball.
For years he excited terraces,
Putting smiles on faces.
He left a lasting legacy,
'Best player in the World', said no other than‘Pele'.
01/09/92 GUY LIPMORE.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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