Davie Fairclough
¶ 1
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Fiery red hair
Matched the red shirt
And burning boots
Like Blake’s arrows
You fed our desire
And flamed our dreams
A pitch scorched with passion
The Kop roared, roared you on
And as Razor cajoled the ball
Your journey to immortality had already begun.
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