It Must Be Him
The place is Birkdale during the British Open Golf, and a case of mistaken identity back in the late 1980’s, as related to me many years later by a friend
Seve, he’s my favourite golfer
I recognise him from TV
Look, it must be him
He’s going into that supermarket
Let’s follow to be sure
For certain, it must be him
Be discrete, play it cool
Keep our distance
I am sure, it must be him
Look he’s at the till now
Talking to the checkout woman
…Oh, it isn’t him