You didn’t dribble like Georgie, or shoot like Bobby.
You didn’t pass like Paddy, or tackle like Nobby.
You wouldn’t be the winner in a hundred yard dash,
and in a long distance race you might just be the last.
You wouldn’t be one to spend time in the gym,
and when tactics were talked you never tuned in.
But you were loved and adored for the goals that you scored
That’s Why they called you The Lawman, King of Old Trafford
But cast your mind back to when you were just fifteen…