1.2 mil the magic number
Au Revoir Leeds, the title won
Short swift leap across the Pennines
To become Salford’s favourite son
Rebel with a touch of danger
We prefer to call it creative flair
Flawed genius, yes that’s what he was
Seducing all in a frantic love affair
In strolled Kung Fu King Eric
Selhurst Park saw yob law met head on
Simmons became a speck on the legend
By the right boot of the Stretford Don
And so all the seagulls followed the trawler
In frantic search of sardines they trailed
Nobody thought, everybody just knew
“Ooh aah Cantona!” the faithful wailed
Unmatched influence on the English game
That regal air and the poise of a cleric
Twelve years on we still seek that hero
Yes that’s right, we’re still looking for Eric
Number7
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com
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