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http://www.nettavisen.no/verden/article1311988.ece

Faren til Rhys Jones hadde skrevet dette og leste det opp i begravelsen hans.
Det er helt nydelig!

«Now God wanted a football match

And to play it up in heaven

But first he needed players

And select his first eleven.

Georgie Best, big Brian Labone

The legend Dixie Dean

Alan Ball and Bobby Moore

All made it in the team.

He needed one more player

Someone who would be quick

From up above he looked down

And saw Rhys there in his kit.

So Rhys was taken up above

God took him by the hand

To play the game he loved so much

Where sponsorship is banned.

There is no cheating either as

God is the referee

There are no mega wages

And the transfers they are free.

The games are live on telly

You don't have to subscribe

The players all stay on their feet

Cos no one takes a dive.

So Rhys plays now so happily

To the angels in the crowd

And every time he hits the net

They roar his name so loud.

Have fun my little blue boy

You're safe and in God's care

Till it's time for me to get my boots

And join with you up there»











Offtopic: Jeg lagde en tråd først, der forumet klikka da jeg trykte ok, så det kan havne enda en tråd om dette.