Few players have graced the pitch quite like Dim,
His poise and touch were a joy to behold,
Despite finding it hard to dislike him,
He remained sat on the bench in the cold,
A golden boot was the least he deserved,
With his godfather style and his talent,
Etched in memory like scratches on glass,
To be forever remembered, preserved,
The pitch, his canvas, a master of art,
Right player, wrong team, everlasting pure class.
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