I want to say I love you on your birthday,
Though love is something you don't want from me.
Things didn't go so well when I last said it,
And so I'll keep it silent in my heart.
But how the words reverberate within me!
A song that I must struggle not to sing,
A music I must dance to without motion,
A poem that I must never read aloud.
Your wishes are a wall I would not scale,
Yet won't abandon, loathe to leave behind.
I cannot have, and cannot bear to lose you,
And so I send you this in my despair.
Peter Shilton interview: Why I've finally decided to move on from the Hand
of God after 40 years, why I want Harry Kane to break my England caps
record and Jordan Pickford is our best goalkeeper since... me!
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Aged 76, the sequence is still clear in his mind. Steve Hodge tried to
clear the ball, but could only hoof it in the air. Everyone was expecting
6ft Shilto...

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