R.I.P. Cloughie
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Ole Big ‘ed is dead
the ( tabloid ) papers said;
a legend is no more.
One of the game’s greats gone for good;
it shocked us to the core.
Football fans rise as one
to salute you Brian Clough;
of your pearls of wisdom
I could never get enough.
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You took the rams of Derby
to the top for several years;
brief sojourn at Leeds United
bound to end in tears.
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Then on to Forest’s City Ground,
where you quickly made your mark,
turning a team of journeymen
into a unit on the park.
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Remember Robertson’s jinking runs?
Shilton’s blinding saves?
Gemmill, Bowyer, Peter Withe –
they came at teams in waves.
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Remember when the football world
was shocked by your behaviour?
Spending one million pounds
not on a team, but just one player?
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Trevor Francis was the name,
a clever, cunning schemer;
got on that cross from Robertson
to nod it past the keeper.
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Instead of celebrating
with players and fans alike
you bemoaned the team’s performance:
“Young man, take a hike!”
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You discovered many a player
of the calibre of Keane,
but never managed England –
it just remained a dream.
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You preached to players that football
should be played along the deck;
not smashed high into the sky
for fans to crane their neck.
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Towards the end, the booze
had begun to take its toll;
Red-faced, tired, bleary-eyed,
you watched another goal.
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The baggy sweatshirt grew more creased
just like your tired old face,
the team in free-fall down the league,
like you, just off the pace.
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Forest’s fans are grieving now
as their gaffer rests in peace;
Flowers adorn the City Ground gates
written tributes, poems, wreaths.
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The football world will never be
quite the same again.
We have lost a true icon.
one of football’s greatest men.
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So R.I.P. Cloughie,
R.I.P. Big ‘ed, young man.
We may mourn your passing,
but we salute you, every fan.
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