Take Me To The Holy Ground!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Take me to the Holy ground
So that I can see
A little Scottish Winger
Open up defence with key
Never let him leave us
Or our downfall then would start
As Curtis sang so eerily
Love Will Tear Us Apart

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Did we need the moolah?* (ready money)
Were shmulayaris short?* (yiddish for dollars)
Why was by the Toffeman
Our idol sadly bought?
Visions never leave us
Of Wee Pats promotion part
As Curtis sang so scarily
Love Will Tear Us Apart

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 At Hillsborough one evening
When we were three nought down
Wee Pat like a magician
With magic turned it round
We took the lead
As Blades concede
Four goals on the spin
As cumbersome defenders
Tried to cripple him
Such wingery majesticy
Today a dying art
As Curtis sang so poignantly
Love Will Tear Us Apart

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 John Neal in his wisdom
Told wee man to enjoy game
Gave him no direction
To nutmeg, abuse, or maim
The boy was clearly blessed with feet
And Jimmy Johnstones art
But as Curtis sang so sadly
Love Will Tear Us Apart

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Why not to the Celtic
Did wing play hero go?
It was his ambition
Everybody knows
Idolised and cannonised
In Londons Fulham road
We wonder why to Everton?
Surely not the dough?
Each time we hear sweet dulcet tones
Of our Idol on the box
He could have been presenter of the Tube
Or even Top Of The Pops
He could discuss latest books he read
Or fine performing arts
But as Curtis sang so cuttingly
Love Will Tear Us Apart



Still a very touch subject this for Shedheads, why was yer man allowed to leave, none of us could get our nuts around at the time and still to this day can’t!

John Peel and Janice Long’s guest on numerous occasions turned loads of fans me included on to interesting new bands and a different way of looking at things!

So much more than a footballer, a lovely fella to boot, he had a flat in our manor and all the boys said what a gent he was when you met him in the paper shop or the launderette!!!

A working class hero?

You’re an eighteen carat diamond Patsy son!!!



To the unenlightened, Kevin is writing about my favourite player,
the inestimable Pat Nevin

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/take-me-to-the-holy-ground/