The day that the football club won it's only flag young Joe was seventeen
He missed out on a medal that day too young to make the team
The club he captained later on in a Grand Final defeat
At the final siren by one heart breaking point his side were barely beat.
That day he was voted the best on ground to him a consolation prize
As he and the other team members walked to the dressing room the tears were in his eyes
And fifty years on down the line he still recalls the day
His dream destroyed by a single point that's life as one might say.
He turned three score and ten on his last birthday his hair is silver gray
And one can truly say of him he has known a better day
A great grandfather for the fourth time the seeds of life he has sown
And like many other people life's ups and downs he has known.
But it's of his greatest sporting disappointment he often talks of in the pub
The day his team just missed out on a second Premiership for the club
And the memory of that setback remains fresh with Joe
Though many games been won and lost since fifty years ago.
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