Ray Wilkins
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Footballers are immortal
They live forever
In the memories of goals
And the most sublime of passes
Re-created from the archives of youth
They race like Gericault’s colts across the pitch
With our dreams stitched to their glorious boots
And even when they hang up their wings
Take to the SKY before returning to the warm earth
We too linger and consider our childhood slipping
Just a little further away
And we bid them
“All the best, thanks for those match days”
As they take their all too soon leave.
Thanks Sharon.
The best always go too soon.
He was such a shining light at the Bridge.
So sad that light is now extinguished.
But he will live forever in our memories