From Accrington to Yeovil, from Southend to Torquay
Via Rotherham and Dagenham and then on to Grimsby
He's a man on a journey, through the lower leagues
A spell at Hartlepool, plus a month on loan at Leeds...
Joined his first club as a kid, a YTS trainee
An unremarkable career, no club ever paid a fee
But supporters they could see, that he would give his all
No matter who he played for, no matter what the score
He never had the money, he never had the fame
No model for a girlfriend, you wouldn't know his name
But he will never be forgotton, by the fans who saw him play
Still talked of in these pubs almost every Saturday
He moved from club to club, before he finally retired
When his gammy knee gave up and his last contract expired
A testimonial was hosted by his final club
And with the money raised, he opened up a pub
Yes sometimes he has flutter and he still likes a drink
But every player did and he don't care what people think
No medals in his wardrobe, no promotions for the fans
Yet the fanzines in the attic, still pay tribute to this man
The closest that he got to his Wembley final dream
Was the northern semi-final of the Autoglass windscreen
So it don't matter what you're doing, if you've not risen to the top
An unremarkable career or if you've never had a job
You can still touch people's lives with the smallest thing
So gather your friends here and together we will sing
I may not have the money, I may not have the fame
No model for a partner, plus an anglo saxon name
But I will never be forgotton, by those who hold me dear
I'll be talked of in these pubs by the people who are here

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