Wednesday, April 4th, 2018
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you brightened up the Bridge
you became our Prince
once the “King” had departed
and you controlled games
in a way we’d never seen.
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you gave us hope
where there was none
and all throughout your reign
you brought a sense of fun
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you had bullets in your boots
and subtlety in your soul
you influenced other ways
than route one to goal
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we saw the very best of you
Captain in your teens
you had to carry brother Graham
who didn’t share your genes
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not everyone was enamoured
some thought you rather drab
and cruelly at Old Trafford
they nicknamed you the “crab”
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you were more suited to Milan
it was much more to your style
they appreciated the keep-ball
the precision and the guile
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you were our Bobby Moore
suave, sophisticated and chic
our memory banks will bulge
when we recall you at your peak
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time now to dry our eyes
for all the tears that we’ve “Shed”
for you’re truly missed already
by every Blue and every Red
The best always go too soon.
Such sad news today that Ray “Butch” Wilkins passed away.
He was such a part of my childhood and he will forever be immortalized in our memories for all the joy that he brought into our lives.
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great words Clik
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5th April 2018 at 8:57 am
See in context
26th March 2019 at 10:16 am
As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,
such a great line…bewcause we all did…and golaposts nets and floodlights too…
25th March 2019 at 11:39 am
Thanks for the love
1st March 2019 at 11:35 am
Thank you, great story.
Thank you and thanks for the share
1st March 2019 at 11:34 am
28th February 2019 at 4:26 pm
Poem & save!
We got our first colour tv for that Mexico World Cup.
The best ever as far as I’m concerned, on so many levels.
27th February 2019 at 11:57 am
So many great lines here Nicholas ..and a big welcome to Football Poets. Keep on and more please.
I’m really interstged to know where you live now…and which period you lived and played in – in S.Africa and where? I lived there during apartheid long before Mandela’s release – running a New Age clothing shop on Claremont Cape Town 1972-1979 (as you do!) Now I still perform poetry live and drum on the terraces with a New Age (Vegan) club in League Two (and the next village) Forest Green . Keep on my friend. C
27th February 2019 at 11:50 am
So many great lines here Nicholas. More please. A big welcome to Football Poets. What period did you live and play in S.Africa and where?. I lived in Joburg and Cape Town during aprtheid 1972-1979. Keep on.
23rd February 2019 at 8:21 am
As Phil Tuffnell would say on Question of Sport :
“Good shout John!”