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Go On, Johnny Me Son!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On the banks of The Thames
Where the river doth bend
To head towards Chiswick and Kew
Stands a grieving Craven Cottage
The sad news has just filtered through

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Flags at half mast as the river boats pass
To mourn the passing of one
Who comes back to you in vivid black and white photo’s
With ‘ Go on, Johnny me son ‘

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 £100 quid a week, brylcreemed hair sleek
A gentlemen on and off the pitch
Such accurate long range passing
That entralled all who came to marvel at it

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Memories of playing Man Yoo on a Boxing day morn
Are fresh and shall remain
Of a black and white shirt who roamed o’er the dirt
With me sat on shoulders to take in the game

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Those days are long gone, but the Thames still rolls on
Like Macedo, Langley, and Keech
Memories are like sand that runs through the hand
From beneath the Cottage, there’s a kind of beach

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fulham were always seen as Chelsea’s poor neighbours
But were well blessed with the richness of one
Who we would make the short journey to see and marvel at
And hear ‘Go on , Johnny me son’!

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Notes

Johnny Haynes, one of those blokes, who when the game started, you just wished he was playing for you. Had the lot, all you needed to be a top class pro.

Goodnight and may your God go with you.

peace

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/go-on-johnny-me-son/