The last word(s) about last Wednesday come courtesy of Crispin Thomas, one of the Football Poets:
Bobby’s Moore desire to win
Nobby Stiles’ toothy grin
back then In our neigbourhood
Just a fluke or were we good?
statues stand to mark the spot
for the team that time forgot
Spice Boy players big flash cars
pampered injured soulless stars
disconnected pop star lives
stunning cat walk TV wives
some still manage as they plot
for the job that time forgot
over valued over rated
bigged up egos we created
pointless friendlies played in vain
with umbrellas in the rain
competition’s always hot
for the country time forgot
Ramsey Taylor Keegan Hoddle
knew this ain’t some easy doddle
José’s bigger fish to fry
Harry’s day could well be nigh
Martin knows the pressure’s hot
for the role that time forgot
expectations running high
ever’y time we wonder why
every tournament the same
even though we brought the game
chuck a new name in the pot
for the team that time forgot
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