There’s one minute left
The English ahead
The Desperate Germans
Threw all that they had
Their one last chance
To level the score.
Moore from the back
Spots Hurst is free
He picks him out
With a perfect pass.
Some spectators
Excited
Have come on the pitch.
Hurst blasts the ball
As hard as he can.
And to everyone’s joy
It’s into the net.
The commentary’s famous
Won’t be forgotten,
“And here comes Hurst,
Some people are on the pitch
They think it’s all over
It is now! It’s four!
So Hurst is our hero
He has three
And England’s
Is the victory.
But If you think it’s all over
It isn’t yet!
For England’s heroes
The game was won.
But for the kids of Wickrath
It had just begun!
So now we are playing extra time
Andrew Green's Poems 