Trevor Francis
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Shocked to the core
Trevor Francis
An England legend now
Passes into historic lore
Sadly no longer with us
At 69, tragically young
A gentleman through
And through
Above the decadence
Of the nightclub circuit
A 16-year old goal scorer
Supreme, honest as the day
Is long. Dedicated to his
Craft, a career
Chiselled with tools of the
Finest craftsmanship
A Brummie at first
With Birmingham blood
In his veins
Scoring from every
Hypotenuse
Goals from the
Most learned
Pythagoras Theorem
Thunderous drives,
Natural poacher
And trusty landowner
In hectic penalty areas
This was his domain
His football fiefdom
Then Cloughie came calling
And none ever hesitated
When Brian Clough was
In the vicinity of victory
The first million pound player
Forest memorably illuminated
By the shining torch
Of the Midas Francis touch
Swooping to head in against
Malmo in one European Cup Final
And then another winners medal against Hamburg
Injured but undaunted
It was so complete, so heartening
Uplifting to the soul
Briefly at QRR, Rangers of Glasgow
And Sheffield Wednesday for a while
But then in latter years
The respect of his contemporaries
No longer though
The powerful force of old
Although always championing
The new and upcoming
Trevor Francis
We salute you
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