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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17th March 2017 at 8:54 am
Great line – made me laugh out loud.
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10th March 2017 at 1:06 pm
A very touching salute to men like Nobby Stiles, who can no longer remember what the rest of us will never forget.
8th March 2017 at 5:23 pm
[you all owe me a beer]
Next time a player fires the ball off to Margate, I’ll buy you a beer where it lands!
8th March 2017 at 10:51 am
I hope you like the format when you print it out, Ianthe. Let me know if you think it could be improved.
7th March 2017 at 7:51 pm
There’s something special about Craven Cottage. Thanks.
7th March 2017 at 7:49 pm
7th March 2017 at 6:46 pm
As touching and descriptive as I thought it would be Graham. So good to see that a sorry defeat for your team can bring out real emotion expressed so vividly in your poem. I hope you don’t mind if I print it out. Cheers, Ianthe
7th March 2017 at 5:59 pm
Such a fine verse….about a place I’ve always loved.
it’s so well written and respectful to the Cottagers…. that I didn’t discover til the end that you weren’t a Fulham fan, whjo like PNE also harbour hopes of the play offs. Nice one Graham ..more please..we need you!
7th March 2017 at 12:05 pm
[Ideas of March]
Nice image Crispin, but I believe it’s the Ides of March!
6th March 2017 at 2:04 pm
one might also ask
why was he still on the pitch?