So the lauded Red Knight has called it a day
His chewing gum stuck on the bench
Head held up high he walks from the fray
Up stairs to where Busby once went.
A character built on socialist convictions
Raised amongst folk who built boats
The Govan he knew of ships and shipbuilding
Gave him working class ethics and scope.
A journeyman striker, proficent it’s said
In the Marquis of Queensbury art
Fond of knocking them in or out with his head
Who could fend for his-self on the park.
When an un-fashionable club broke the deadlock
Of the two Glasgow giants he showed
He was going to be more than a fortunate boss
A fact Old Trafford owners did note.
It wasn’t plain sailing, our game never is
He was this close to getting the sack
Then a winning mentality and with has beens got rid
Saw a new look United on track.
When one of the chaps had an off day,
He was there with a word in the ear
Yet dare sully his club on some back or front page
The culprit would soon disappear.
Wonderful victories with teams built and bought
Youngsters the rest of us loathe
Versed in United’s philsophy and taught
That the game isn’t won till it’s over.
Can an heir to his throne, cut the mustard
Who ever that someone may be?
With the day looking lost can he stand firm like Custer
Chance it, then ward off defeat?
When the enemy grasp what is happening
When the Old Trafford dug-out goes quiet
We’ll swallow our pride, admire and sure miss him
As our foe he was game for the fight!