Ran my heart out,
grabbed the ball,
triple bounced it,
took a fall,
couldn’t hold it,
lost control,
marked the next one,
kicked a goal!

Ran my heart out,
grabbed the ball,
triple bounced it,
took a fall,
couldn’t hold it,
lost control,
marked the next one,
kicked a goal!

Lather and blather
Let the crowds gather
Mad hurly-burly
Get some goals early
Quavery-ravery
Mark the ball savery
Fantastic-electric
Pass-the-ball hectic
Whip the ball in
For another big win
Hackle and tackle
Join in the crackle
Hats off to players
Stars and best-dayers
Glory and roary
Keep-the-ball story
By Dracula’s dinners
O let them be winners

It was called ‘a game made in heaven’ –
boots, balls, flags, bands and painted faces,
a game that grew like history ‒ the wonder game,
the glory of it . . .
There were star-names like Stanley Matthews and Alex James
from days when footballers earned a few pounds a week
and wore knee-length shorts.
There were others like Pele,
Maradona, Cruyff, Beckenbauer, Best – heroes of the game
with talents galore. Some played in World Cups,
some didn’t, but they played the ‘beautiful game’
and loved it.
Finally, girls started playing football:
they had their World Cup too.