A Word with Wilf
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Were you looking down, Wilf, were yer with me Dad
Sitting with John Widdowfield and Harry, his young lad?
Weren’t the fans terrific, did yer hear them roar
Didn’t Boro start well and what a time to score
How about their boots now, that stadium ‘n all
It would have been amazing to see you on the ball.
Just to watch Juninho must’ve made yer grin
Bet you had a chuckle when that penalty went in.
Hope it made you smile, Wilf, hope it made your day
And every other Boro fan not here with us today.
I saw you play at Ayresome in 1953
Me Dad stood in the Holgate and got me in for free.
I met you just before you died, in the cafe on Marske Stray
We talked about the old times yer made me laugh that day.
I drank with Steven Gibson the night the Cup was won
And through the tears and umpteen beers I said how well he’d done
I told him that we loved him, the way me Dad loved you
He said, ‘Look I’m no different just Boro through and through’
Next time I pass your statue I’ll linger for a while
But if I look real closely I know I’ll see you smile
It’s been a long old time, Wilf, but didn’t they do us proud
The chairman and the manager the players and the crowd
It’s been a long old time, Wilf, at last we’ve done it right
We’ve gone from that great darkness and come int the light.
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