2. Chris Lawler
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Chris Lawler… “Who?”
Ah, you haven’t a clue
But you ask me, and I cannot lie:
“When you were a youth
Who was it? The truth!
Whose shirt were you desp’rate to buy?”
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Chris was in black and white…
“Red all over?” That’s right
Number two in the Bill Shankly years
Fat of face, floppy lip
When the Reds won the Cup
The handles matched young Chris’s ears.
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So a right back. No stunner.
“Tough tackler? Quick runner?”
Not really. “Okay then, why Lawler?”
Chris was calm, Mr steady
Always there, ever ready
Simply quiet, no shouter. No brawler.
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He’d slip in by the post
Yes! A goal! Stop to boast?
No, my hero jogged back, still the same
For seven (not four)
Gruelling seasons, he wore
Crimson kit, never missing a game.
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“But no team shirts back then
I suppose.” Wrong again.
Sixties Christmas: “A present for you.”
From our big ‘Santa’s sack’
Bright red shirt. On the back
For Chris Lawler, hand sewn, number two.
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