Tommy Smith

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “The Anfield Iron”
I remember like yesterday
When you rose up like a Scouse salmon
To claim the crown in Rome
30, 000 Kopites shook their heads
With disbelief and then took off
For the moon
But me and Dad we got there first
Singin’ your name like a hymn
There you were, as Shanks said
“Born a man, never a boy!”
And Tommy, you lived all of our dreams
As the eerie faraway commentary
Spoke with tones of surprise
“And it’s Tommy Smith!”
Oh what history beneath
Exotic Roman floodlights
And the spirit never more beautiful
And the heart never more at home
Whilst the Liver Birds copied
Your immortal header using the moon as a ball.


Another part of my youth slips into the annals of history.
God bless you Tommy, back on that green grass with Shanks and Bob, RIP.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tommy-smith-3/