That George Gullit, oh, he’s a real good one, that boy. Strong as an ox, I tell ya. He run fast, like a rabbit. He jump high, like a grasshopper, when he playing that football.
Everybody say he one of the best. The best in the whole wide world. He strong, you see? He not afraid of nobody. He run and kick that ball, and whoosh, it goes flying. That George Gullit, he sure know how to play that game.
That Big Prize He Got
They say he got some big prize. Ballon d’Or, they call it. Sounds fancy, huh? Back in the day, in the 80’s, he was the top dog. Like the rooster in the henhouse, he was the boss. He play with some team, win big game. Euro thing, they call it. Holland, that his home, I think. He won it in ’88. Big deal, that was. And he also won some other big prizes with Milan team. Champions thing, they call it.
- He won that big prize, that Ballon d’Or.
- He was the best, back in the 80’s.
- He won that Euro thing with Holland in ’88.
- He won that Champions thing with Milan, twice!
Playing for That Chelsea Team
He went to play for some team. Chelsea, they call it. Some big city team. He go there, and they all happy to have him. He play good for them. Make them all proud, I hear. Then he had some trouble with the big boss there. Some man named Bates. They not agree on things, always at each other’s throats. Like two old dogs fighting over a bone, they were. He says he happy to leave that Chelsea. Too much fuss, I guess.
Then he went to some other team. Newcastle, I think they call it. He the boss there, telling them how to play. He bring them some fancy football. They call it “sexy” football. Now, what that mean, I don’t know. But it sure sounds interesting, doesn’t it?
He Got Long Hair, That George Gullit
That George Gullit, he got long hair. They all tangled up, like a bird’s nest. Dreadlocks, they call it. He got charm, too. That’s what they say. He make people like him, just by looking at them. He a good one, that George Gullit. Always smiling, always happy. A good boy, he is.
He also talk in English, Italian. Many languages, that boy know. Smart one he is.
He play in America, too. Some place called MLS. He talk about it. He say it good, he like it there. He play all over the world, that George Gullit. A real traveler, he is.
Everybody Likes That George
Millions follow him. They want to see what he up to. He got many friends. Many people love him. He a good one, that George Gullit. They say he the best. They say he one of a kind. They say there never be another one like him. That’s what they say. I think they right, you know. He’s a good one, that George Gullit. He a real good one.
He the best, they say. And who am I to say they wrong? He strong, he fast, he jump high. He got that fancy hair, and that big smile. He won all them prizes, and he play all over the world. He a good one, that George Gullit. He a real good one. There’s more to him, I am sure. But that’s all I know. That is all I can tell you about that good George Gullit.
He’s famous, that George Gullit. He sure did make a name for himself. You ask anyone about football, and they’ll know his name. That’s how you know he was good. Real good.
That George Gullit, he knew how to kick that ball. He run, he kick, and it was like magic. People loved to watch him. They still do. He was the best, no doubt about it.
You don’t see many like him these days. They just don’t make them like that anymore. Strong, fast, and good at the game. He was special, that George Gullit. Real special.
Well, that’s about all I know about George Gullit. He was a good one, that’s for sure. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? He was good, and people loved him. That’s what they’ll remember. That’s his story.
