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 .


By Paul McCann
Signing off as always,
Respectfully yours
Paul McCann