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Tranmere Rovers

Sharon Jones

Saturday, August 31st, 2019

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In goal there’s Nicko as steady as stone
Swapped blue for white and found a new home
Right back is Yatesy a machine scoring goals
In the Cup he was magic St Yates Day now known!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 From the youth ranks McGreal a local lad born
Determined and solid for strikers a thorn
Clint Hill was the backbone with passion and fire
Threw his boots to the cowshed when he bid goodbye!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Gareth Roberts a red but when those dreams took flight
He caught a ferry cross the Mersey signed for the Whites
Mogsy a legend who could cross like a monk
Fast in his running like a man with three lungs!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then came a born leader a Prenton Park Star
Threading balls down the channels with a snake-charmers art
If you needed to find him the cowshed would cry
“He’s down the pub and his name Kenny Irons!”

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A talent was Koumas born to wear football boots
Got the crowd off their seats each time he turned to shoot
Passed through defenders like a ghost through a wall
All down Dacre Hill you could hear the Whites roar!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Wee Pat on the left wing his passing pure class
A player of grace on the Prenton Park grass
What he lacked for in height he made up with soul
And his heart gave its all and is measured in gold!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He came on a free in Nineteen Eighty-Five
And his cross against Exeter kept Rovers alive
A record of goals but the memories worth more
There may be 2 Ronaldos but there’s only 1 Ian Muir!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Aldo on one leg worth twice those with two
Thunder and lightning he packed into his boots
Quite good for the Reds and for Whites he was boss
The promised land not to be from those losing play offs

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Aye, that Friday night footie that rolls back the years
To the days of the Cup runs and Premier so nears
The names and the history still blow through the door
But there’s room for another, the blonde Ronnie Moore

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 John King is the Gaffer, respect he commands
And it’s right that they gave him his own blessed stand
He’s up there with Kendall and Busby and Shanks
For his Prenton Park Legacy the faithful give thanks

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 A word for Frank Worthington, memorable goals
Elvis in footie boots pure Rock & Roll
And Birkenhead’s finest the best that there’s been
A local born hero, immortal Bill Dean.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tranmere-rovers-2/