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Chris Paterson ©

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
2007

Once more he was there to save the day,
Converting kicks as Scotland play.
In the game of rugby reputations can rise or fall,
Between the sticks he is colossus,
He may as well be 10 feet tall.
Six Nation teams, Calcutta dreams,
The oval ball with the leather seams.
Focusing on the white cross bar,
No matter how near, no matter how far.
Chris Paterson on a given day,
Will kick the points when Scotland play.
Scottish voices of Murrayfield roar,
Once more Chris Paterson has added to the score.
With nerves of steel he calms and commands,
When Paterson kicks they are in safe hands.



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