(Jean-Pierre Vert’s poem)
Elegant and long of limb
Midfield maestro – built to win
I’m the one who pulls the strings
See my name upon my shirt
Only one Jean-Pierre Vert
Fleet of foot and smooth and slick
I know each and every trick
I’m the one who makes them tick
Wide awake, always alert
Only one Jean-Pierre Vert
Cool and calm when heads are hot
Not a man to lose the plot
I’m the one who calls the shots
I take the pain, the strain, the hurt
Only one Jean-Pierre Vert
Taking every knock and niggle
Orchestrating from the middle
Never one for second fiddle
Conducting in the mud and dirt
Only one Jean-Pierre Vert