RIP Keith Alexander
¶ 1
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The gaffer? The big feller? The yellow socks?
How shall we all remember Keith?
Nay, how could we forget him? We were on the rocks
Until he gave us back our self-belief,
Restored our pride with four amazing seasons:
“Team Lincoln” he created with a shoe-string purse
And won our hearts for fourteen thousand reasons –
Alas, to suffer from that play-off curse.
“Stand up if you love the boss” we sang
In admiration of the man:
Our Sincil to the rafters rang
For he was loved by every fan.
¶ 2
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He stood, head high, as does Example live:
A model for all who might to leadership aspire;
To all who’d seek for ways that they might give
And maybe help some youngster to inspire.
For never mind who’d won the game,
A friendly word to young and old:
A gentleman, he treated us the same –
We all belonged to one great family fold.
“Stand up if you love the boss” we sang
In admiration of the man:
Our Sincil to the rafters rang
For he was loved by every fan.
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