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Red shirt, Number Six

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Listening to the radio in a cold kitchen, alone
Hundreds of miles away you were playing in Rome
You had your European cup with champagne
I had my Babycham and lemon bon bons
We were both happy
I watched the cup presentation on the news
Flashlights pinging like shooting stars
Magic moment for the hero you are
After football you still entertained
A captain – what else – on Question of Sport
You made us laugh till we cried
Then we heard you’d died
And we cried till we laughed
Can’t think of you for long without smiling – Happy Times

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Notes

Emlyn Hughes – my favourite player in my favourite team of teenage years. They don’t make them like you any more.
Rest in peace Em.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/red-shirt-number-six/