Just the Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Shanks was in the bootroom
Somewhere up in heaven
Mulling over his tactics
And picking his best eleven

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Elisha Scott between the sticks
Eph and Alex at the back …
Liddell to raid down the wing
And Albert Stubbins in attack

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Emlyn enters the pearly gates
Shanks opens his arms wide
“Thank Christ you’re here, son
Just the man to lead my side”



Thanks for the memories, Emlyn. Rest in Peace.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/just-the-man/