He then thought of Steve and just couldn’t believe
that they thought Steve played better than he did.
He’d drop the ball, couldn’t catch at all,
and on top of all that, he had terrible spots.
He had just one trick, his penalty kick,
the quality part of his game plan.
He could convert a try, cause the ball to fly
‘tween the posts time after time.
Dafydd thought hard and long, ignoring the song
that was ringing out from the grandstand.
Steve’s parents were known all over the town.
They were very high up in committee.
They lived in a street that was awfully neat
having trees all along the pavement.
A really nice car, X J 6 Jaguar
with a satellite dish on the wall.