Football Poets

The Man who found Paradise and brought it to Heaven

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Some may say the greatest of heroes must share your own roots,
Yet we know race, colour or creed matters little when you are wearing the hoops.
From the four corners of the land we welcome them from all over,
To play for the famous green and white jersey, bearing the four-leaf clover.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 For it was a man who once wore orange that ensured our future was bright,
When from his homeland he captured Swede Henrik to wear the green and white.
From a debacle of a debut at Easter road we witnessed a miraculous resurrection,
As the Bhoys inspired by Larsson prevented them adding the tenth to their collection.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The loss of King Wim for the Doctor was a bitter pill to swallow,
After all the great promise of 98 the future once again looked hollow.
In a season of woe even the arrival of the evergreen Lubo could not stop the rot,
Apart from the heroics of a certain Players’ Player the year is best left forgot.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Summer of 99 sees Barnes and Dalglish become the new managerial team,
Yet after a bright start, a dark night in October spelt the end of the dream.
When displaying the bravery of the Lisbon Lions Henrik fell in Lyons’ Den,
Yet flat out on his stretcher he stood shoulder to shoulder with those great men.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Summer of 2000 and we welcomed a man who pledged to bring us back past glory,
Yet it was the return of King Henrik that proved the season’s most remarkable story.
Who could have imagined winning the title and twice celebrating at Hampden in the sun,
It would not have been possible without the 53 goals that made Henrik Europe’s number one.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A year on and the Bhoys are still champions by retaining the trophy that mattered,
With a massive 100-points won in a season they ensure yet another record is shattered.
Not to be outshone, a certain number seven scores the goals that also see him hit the century mark,
While the fans can enjoy another summer knowing the flag is still flying over Celtic Park.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 It will be with great sadness that we’ll greet the day when Henrik gives up his hooped number seven,
Yet with great joy we’ll remember the Swede who brought Paradise many a moment of heaven.
Like all the great former Celtic servants, may Henrik remember that he will never walk alone,
For in the East End of Glasgow there stands an un-foreign field called Paradise, he can forever call his
Home.

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