Sir Bobby Charlton – obituary.
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Oh the heavens are weeping
The angels softly plucking on
Harps of Mancunian hymns
Of the ultimate eulogy
The one we were dreading
Back in dear old Blighty
Please tell us that Sir Bobby
Has not left the earth
Sir Bobby Charlton passes
Through the pearliest of gates
Oh beautiful, breathtaking Sir Bob
It surely is a false rumour
But no it’s true
Bobby Charlton, bless your soul
Dead but never ever forgotten
We’ll never forget your enduring
Legacy of legacies
Surely legendary well before
The word had been minted
Now sadly dead and just
An emotional remnant
Of that beloved day
In July 1966
When England held its breath
Bobby Charlton whose name
Was uttered across so
Many global frontiers
With the loveliest lilts
And the softest of inflexions
In Spanish and Italian bars
Bobby Charlton senor
Everybody knew Sir Bob
Even if not personally
He was your hero, mine
An ambassador of warmth
Friendship to all of us
Congeniality on every continent
That foot of thunderous power
That destroyed Portugal and Mexico
When Sir Alf could hardly
Bring himself to engage
In the enormity of that year
Bobby was vital to everything
England’s central cable
The electrical generator
Shots crackling and cracking
From North, South, West, East
But how could we forget
The Busby Babes?
When Manchester United
Almost died completely
Forever
But then Sir Bobby
Emerged from the wreckage
With the ethereally gifted
And the jug eared European Cup
Victory in 1968
Eclipsing Eusebio
Of Portugal’s transcendent best
Only Denis Law, the other
Governing body in United’s attack
To mourn the loss of his closest
Friend
And George Best
Taken too tragically young
Sir Bob
Goals galore heard everywhere
RIP Sir Bobby Charlton
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