A football stadium stands in hushed silence -
Remarkable as it is full complete.
They've gathered to watch gifts of the feet
And ponder on someone who could dispense
What must have seemed like gifts of Providence,
Who learned from kicking footballs in the street
And came to render tactics obsolete.
This man the crowd in silence now laments.
Diseased, deserter, herald of changed times -
Embarassed then that it had all gone wrong
For you who stood so high above the rest?
Forgiven by this one who always rhymes,
Poor fella, his mind simply wasn't strong
And we who love the game have lost the best.