
It is just complete silence now.
Who will tell ma that I drained you Mr Sneaker to get her that shop?
Who will tell PA, I gave my
blood sweat to wear out Mr Sneaker?
Who will know understand our bond Mr Sneaker?
God! How I loved you that first day PA brought you home. We were going to reach
greatness together. Oh Mr Sneaker this is where our journey ends. I hope you find peace where you are now.
Funny how flashes of our playing days are popping up. I guess it is to relieve it before the silence reigns. The bright dreams of that sixteen year old taking the bus to the city that day. Feet perfectly fit inside Mr. Sneaker. You were my comfort. You pushed me to fight on, and I did. Our plan was so clear, our success so certain.
You were supposed to be here with me. Here on this court. I will always remember you.
"And Jimmy Scott shoots the ball for the win.
Holy Maclony! even without his old boots on tonight, he is a beauty to watch!
But we all will miss that boot. "
Viva Forever Mr Sneaker!
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