The Big Match
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a
tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile
into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.Mathews,Mortenson
versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match that connoisseurs could not
grouse.Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate.Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle.Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan as aged has-been but no
better talent has ever been seen.
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