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He was ten years old with a head of steam Spotted by a scout Asked to join the team A step up that couldn't come too soon As he walked inside To the changing room

On a frosty pitch it was not a test He could read the ball And out run the rest With a natural skill he could weave his way To the six yard line Again and again

When the coach came in he was towelling off With his hair still wet And his hands aloft There was joy and pride on his pretty face Having scored the goal That won the game

The coach sat him down in the corner Said that one day you could play For Manchester United or Arsenal But you've got to do what I say

He was thirty one when he faced his fears Secret childhood days Hurt him down the years So he told his wife and she held him close She said call someone He picked up the phone

Now he's on the bench for a little town And it's common knowledge Around the ground There is some support for what he went through He was brave to say That he'd been abused

Behind lock and key on a special wing The coach tries to sleep But they come for him Voices in his head speaking louder now As he thinks of the boys In the shower

The coach sat him down in the corner Said that one day you could play For Manchester United or Arsenal But you've got to do what I say