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Cornerstone, immovable strength at the heart
Of defence. Black Country bred – when the
Factories and foundries roared, man of steel
Who exuded a resolute Englishness. Stalwart
At the back who gave nothing away. Served
His club with pride, this modest lad from Bilaton.
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But there was more to him. On the beaches
Of Normandy in ’44 amidst all the myhem and
Carnage, he recieved an arm wound – though
It might have been much worse. Just the way
Things were, then. No fuss, a man’s job to do.
Still, heroism borne of a desperate neccessity.
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Now no longer with us, another link with the
Past is broken. Thank you, Bill – for memories
From an older, nobler generation. Never gained
A cap, but his stature was assured. The Baron,
They called him. Honved and Dynamo faltered
On his rock – a half-back worthy of that vintage.