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Poems tagged ‘Tranmere Rovers’

Tranmere Rovers

Sharon Jones

Saturday, August 31st, 2019

In goal there’s Nicko as steady as stone
Swapped blue for white and found a new home
Right back is Yatesy a machine scoring goals
In the Cup he was magic St Yates Day now known!

From the youth ranks McGreal a local lad born
Determined and solid for strikers a thorn
Clint Hill was the backbone with passion and fire
Threw his boots to the cowshed when he bid goodbye!

Gareth Roberts a red but when those dreams took flight
He caught a ferry cross the Mersey signed for the Whites
Mogsy a legend who could cross like a monk
Fast in his running like a man with three lungs!

Then came a born leader a Prenton Park Star
Threading balls down the channels with a snake-charmers art
If you needed to find him the cowshed would cry
“He’s down the pub and his name Kenny Irons!”

A talent was Koumas born to wear football boots
Got the crowd off their seats each time he turned to shoot
Passed through defenders like a ghost through a wall
All down Dacre Hill you could hear the Whites roar!

Wee Pat on the left wing his passing pure class
A player of grace on the Prenton Park grass
What he lacked for in height he made up with soul
And his heart gave its all and is measured in gold!

He came on a free in Nineteen Eighty-Five
And his cross against Exeter kept Rovers alive
A record of goals but the memories worth more
There may be 2 Ronaldos but there’s only 1 Ian Muir!

Aldo on one leg worth twice those with two
Thunder and lightning he packed into his boots
Quite good for the Reds and for Whites he was boss
The promised land not to be from those losing play offs

Aye, that Friday night footie that rolls back the years
To the days of the Cup runs and Premier so nears
The names and the history still blow through the door
But there’s room for another, the blonde Ronnie Moore

John King is the Gaffer, respect he commands
And it’s right that they gave him his own blessed stand
He’s up there with Kendall and Busby and Shanks
For his Prenton Park Legacy the faithful give thanks

A word for Frank Worthington, memorable goals
Elvis in footie boots pure Rock & Roll
And Birkenhead’s finest the best that there’s been
A local born hero, immortal Bill Dean.

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When Seasons End

Crispin Thomas

Wednesday, May 15th, 2019

It could have been so different
It could have gone our way on the night
but still in the hindsight of reflection
a season spent punching above our weight
and a season lived without fear
is something
to be grateful for

but still it’s hard
in a jumping South Stand
drumming with the lads
on a beautiful clear night
high on this hill
to be down to ten men again and chasing shadows
where vegan sausages join the menu
where crammed fans stand on three sides
while sheep graze oblivious in the field beyond

but still it’s progress
the Play Offs can wait for another year or so
and let’s face it bottom line
Tranmere were better than us
we go again

I could bang on and wax lyrical
on a ref who forgot we were playing too
or our one time talisman and hero
but now pantomime villain
James Norwood
the queue for chips
or even how Mike Dean
the maverick man in the middle
from another few levels up
yes that Mike
the one we loved to loathe
standing there on that terrace rail
pumping the air screaming “off off off”
doesn’t sit right …
but i’ll leave that to the conspiracy theorists out there
and leave you with the song we sang all night
the one we’ll sing again and again
come August and beyond
’cause that’s what fans do
when seasons end
and when new ones begin

the club up on the hill
the little village team
from Barrow down to Eastleigh
now we’re in the Football League
Mark Cooper and Scott Lindsay
The fields of Nympsfield Road
We’re following the Rovers
Wherever they may go…

Allez Allez Allez
Allez Allez Allez

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