Wesley Departs for Scotland

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Not a word did they speak,
The mood was too bleak,
Like sudden dark clouds at the seaside.
Yes, they watched him depart
With a cumbersome heart,
So tear-stained and bleary- and crease-eyed.
Young Wesley was leaving,
He was Livingston bound.
Behind him, the grieving
Crowd uttered no sound,
Though many men sobbed
As the ship slowly bobbed
Away from the packed Dublin quayside.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’d driven defences
Right out of their senses
From Belfast to Derry to Leeside.
He was simply the best,
But the scouts weren’t impressed,
They had thought him a bit on the wee side.
His dreams had seemed thwarted
Because of his size,
Till Livingston courted
And won this great prize.
Though some purists scoff,
He was finally off,
As the ship pulled away from the quayside.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Yes, many think young
Weso’s name will be sung
From Pompey to Villa to Teeside.
But sadness prevailed
As the ship blithely sailed,
And even the Chief of Police sighed.
A talent like Wesley
Must go it alone,
Like Brando or Presley
Or Dee Dee Ramone.
And the ship caught the breeze
Through the high rolling seas,
And the crowds trooped away from the quayside.



After four years lighting up the Eircom League, Shelbourne’s Wes Houlihan has got his “big break” with Scottish side Livingston.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wesley-departs-for-scotland/