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Crowd ScoutsBecause he always knew They existed and watched him Walk in, confident, in big blue Denim coat, and sometimes Ellesse cap Watched the way he took His place amongst the ranks, Always made sure he looked The part, always in the Bob Bank, At the back Because he knew they saw his thrill For the occasion, how he was ready Every time to celebrate a goal, his skill At keeping hot coffee steady With a fag But what he guessed at most Was they’d seen him kicking bottle tops And Tesco bags, skim them past posts, Loving each game, cheering "don’t stop", Attack He’d always sensed what these scouts Wanted was not some fresh faced Schoolboy who yes, could score loads, But a passionate 34 year old to out-pace The Jacks When necessary. So though he feigned Complete surprise to receive a letter To say, "Mr Fisk, you’re signed", He knew the team would now be better With Nicky Fisk filling the gap. |
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