Thursday, November 5th, 2009
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Dear Archie Baird
you were the Laird
at Dons & Jons
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we knew you not –
in your prime
before our time
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but you’ll be honoured
by the fans
who’ll clasp their hands
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and they’ll admire
all your fire
in club attire
© Clik the mouse, 5th November 2009
from news.bbc.co.uk :
Tributes have been paid to an Aberdeen football legend after his death at 90.
Archie Baird was the oldest surviving player of the 1947 team which secured the club’s first ever Scottish Cup victory, beating Hibernian.
Born in 1919, he arrived at Pittodrie in 1938, but did not make his competitive debut until 1946.
He made 104 league appearances for Aberdeen, and scored 26 goals. The club said their thoughts were with his family and friends.
He left Aberdeen to join St Johnstone and then became a teacher and journalist.
The Pittodrie club hosts St Johnstone on Saturday in the SPL, and a joint silence will be held to mark Armistice as well as Archie Baird’s career with the two clubs.
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18th May 2018 at 12:53 pm
Quality Bouts Rimes!
I missed that news item – pity for the town.
I must admit I never went to watch them – we were only ever there in the close season.
But we did spend many quality family holidays there with friends.
My Dad was billeted out to Eardisland (just up the road) during the war.
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10th May 2018 at 7:57 am
Lovely internal rhymes there Crispin. And I agree very much with the sentiment, although I reckon there’s plenty of room for improvement!!
9th May 2018 at 3:01 pm
Congrats D P
I’m sure the winning verses will flow soon enough!
28th April 2018 at 12:36 pm
Great lines asnd what a great adventure …any pics Emdad …would love to feature this on the main home page here… please email me any images C
27th April 2018 at 2:07 pm
thanks for sharing!
It made me lookup google maps straight away to trace your journey.
for all the coaching, I’m sure you got just as much out of the trip as your hosts did.
23rd April 2018 at 2:48 pm
This poem made me smile.
18th April 2018 at 2:05 pm
Great poem, Mr Dulwich 😉
Being an ex-pat, I don’t get to many matches, but did get to first game of this season, Hampton & Richmond v Dartford. I love getting out to grass roots football.
And being a pedant….
It was El-Tel that coined “They Used To Play On Grass”, or at least he grabbed the zeitgeist and wrote a football book by that name, co-authored with Gordon Williams, who was the creator of the telly tec “Hazel”.
15th April 2018 at 6:31 pm
Football lives in our hearts, not our heads Crispin, and it nudges its space alongside our other more important loves.
Love, that auld devil called football, is our respite, response and reason, and each page turned is a new chapter, new corner, and new hope.
My best to you and your wife.