Homage To A Class Act.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 T’was a sad day yesterday
Bidding au revior to Ray
A youngster when as captain of our team
His maturity, finesse,
Showed it wasn’t just the older heads
Knew how to encourage, listen, cajole, scream.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I’m reminded of Gay Meadow away
In the Danny Blanchflower twilight days
Borassic, with a team of kids out on the park
Four nil down as I recall
Ray persistently calling for the ball
Trying to goad the team to finds it’s spark.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Alas t’was not to be
But from that Gay Meadow defeat
I learned a little lesson in real class
With thoughts of victory long gone
T’was our teenage skipper soldiering on;
Clapping, tackling, bigging up a fledglings pass.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Ray was Man Yoo bound
So clearly didn’t need to hang around
A club like ours whose star was on the wane
But hang around he did
and every week out on the pitch
He gave 110% as the pundits say.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 1 Our football memories linger on,
Long after the Gods portrayed have gone,
To the stadium in the sky above to play
My advice to the beardy geezer picks the team
Turns out on Elysian Fields of green,
“Want a class act for your skipper son? Choose Ray”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Peace.



For Ray (Butch) Wilkins. R.I.P Gone but never forgotten.
Goodnight and May Your God Go With You.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/homage-to-a-class-act/