From a Belfast street a football treat came to play.
George Best was the one who sent them all the wrong way.
He was born with it , gifted with both feet and head.
It was all so natural the way George Best played.
You couldn’t teach what he had . He invented it.
You couldn’t reach him he was too fast and too fit.
Like a wizard he conjured up an unseen trick.
It was there in every swerve and with every flick.
Every move was unplanned as was every shot.
As far as football genius goes he had the lot.
It’s the things he did with the ball when he had it.
Its was in coming back and showing some real grit.
He made chances from nothing while others looked on.
Just like magic he was there and then he was gone.
Through the legs of defenders, running rings around.
He was George Best and when he played it was his show.
He was a natural we were lucky to know.
George Best was the one who sent them all the wrong way.
He was born with it , gifted with both feet and head.
It was all so natural the way George Best played.
You couldn’t teach what he had . He invented it.
You couldn’t reach him he was too fast and too fit.
Like a wizard he conjured up an unseen trick.
It was there in every swerve and with every flick.
Every move was unplanned as was every shot.
As far as football genius goes he had the lot.
It’s the things he did with the ball when he had it.
Its was in coming back and showing some real grit.
He made chances from nothing while others looked on.
Just like magic he was there and then he was gone.
Through the legs of defenders, running rings around.
He was George Best and when he played it was his show.
He was a natural we were lucky to know.
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