After you gave Pele and Cruyff a future, you've walked and run and jumped a thousand times a thousand, you left your millions there to end up in the bin. Those hands whom crafted you still ache from rheumatics! I wonder if those feet became happier without you two? But one day suddenly in a second hand shop some eyes had mercy, adopted you and gave you your new destiny!
A football or soccer vintage collector fell in love, so I promised my shoes, my feet where not for them, they would get their well deserved vacation, showing off of the wall of the collector. Hearing it is praised every day, again and again, without no more effort than to chill the while!
And still another pair of eyes made something beautiful to fill a heartfelt story, his name was Jopie and nowadays they have even dedicated a Huisman museum especially for him to inspire some hope, a little light to cast the Outcast right back in, just like that, for no reason at all!
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