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
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2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:58 pm
Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:54 pm
I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.
7th May 2019 at 10:37 am
Such great words Ray. So evocative of that time of innocence Kepp on mate. More please. It will be under the Nostaglia section too.
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.