A Breath Of Fresh Air?
¶ 1
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As the applause spreads around Molyneaux like a Mexican wave
To celebrate the life of a Wolves fan from the Cregagh
Even in death he still brings to our game
That something different that was there for us all to see
In his life on hallowed fields of green
No more a minute’s silence of sadness
But a minute of applause that befits the maestro
To show our thanks for having seen
Such a revelation in the way the game was played
By one who never read your training manuals
Such natural skill can’t be taught
Is truly a thing of great beauty and wonder to behold
Forever to stay in the mind
Of those who were indeed fortunate enough
To have witnessed it
Now we are left with a constant reminder of him.
¶ 2
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” Before George Best left us to play in the sacred heaven eleven
with Moore, Fontaine, Yashin, et al, we were morose for a minute with our minds and hearts heavy in mourning for the departed, we now as fans can voice our feelings in the way we always do with a round of applause, cheering and suchlike to celebrate such a extraordinary life, not to mourn a death”
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Has a new custom come in to our culture to forever remind us of a great idol? It has, how poignantly fitting that it should!
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