Let's talk Ports! Part 2

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Nights like tonight, I can't help but think about the great man.
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Nights like tonight, I can't help but think about the great man.
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We think about him because he was The Future. The great white hope.

We don't have that now, in any form.
 

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Goodbye John Butcher,
Though I never, knew you at all
You made the footy enjoyable
When we couldn't win f*** all

They called you "The Future"
and we turned up in droves to watch you play,
Then they blamed you for our scoring woes,
And they dropped you for Sam Gray

And it seems to me, you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing where you'd kick to
As you were running in
And I would have like to see you
Win a premiership
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
 
I talk to John Butcher every year at the Cox Plate.

Usually fairly brief conversations as he gets uncomfortable with my flirting and uses Campbell Heath as a buffer. I tell him to keep kicking goals and we’ll pick him up again next year and then we hug and then he signals to security with his beautiful eyes and I have to stay 30 feet away from him for the rest of the day.

Then I go home and cry myself to sleep
 

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