An ode to Dimitar Berbatov

by Sam Peoples

Few players have graced the pitch quite like Dim,

His poise and touch were a joy to behold,

Despite finding it hard to dislike him,

He remained sat on the bench in the cold,

A golden boot was the least he deserved,

With his godfather style and his talent,

Etched in memory like scratches on glass,

To be forever remembered, preserved,

 The pitch, his canvas, a master of art,

Right player, wrong team, everlasting pure class.

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