Emlyn Hughes OBE RIP – Football Poets Tributes
A tributes page in memory of EMLYN HUGHES, who sadly passed away today.
Our deepest sympathies go out to wife Barbara, children Emma and Emlyn junior, and the rest of the family at this sad time.
Emlyn Hughes, born 28th August 1947. Died 9th November 2004.
Emlyn started his career at Blackpool, but his most successful spell was at Liverpool.
He joined them in 1967 and made 665 appearances, scoring 48 goals. He won :
2 European Cups
2 Uefa Cups
4 League Championships
1 FA Cup
1 European Super Cup
He replaced Tommy Smith as captain in 1973.
Capped 62 times for England over 10 years. 23 caps as captain.
Joined Wolves in 1979. Captained them when they won the League Cup in 1980, the only domestic trophy Emlyn failed to win at Liverpool.
Emlyn also played for Hull, Mansfield and Swansea.
He had a spell as player manager of Rotherham United.
Awarded an OBE in 1980 for his services to football.
He is also fondly remembered for his time on television as a captain on the BBC’s A Question of Sport quiz show.
Where he famously breached royal protocol, hugging and teasing a delighted Princess Anne.
He also just as famously mistook her for a man when trying to identify a quiz picture.
A bubbly character both on and off the pitch, who will be sadly missed by the world of sport in general.
Tributes from the Football Poets :
Giggles in Heaven
There’ll be giggles in Heaven now,
With Emlyn there.
He’ll soon get them chuckling.
He leaves us with a mixture
Of tears and laughter.
Fond memories of a grand lad.
© Alan McKean, 9th November 2004
Cheers Emlyn,
and thanks for the smiles.
Red shirt, Number Six
Listening to the radio in a cold kitchen, alone
Hundreds of miles away you were playing in Rome
You had your European cup with champagne
I had my Babycham and lemon bon bons
We were both happy
I watched the cup presentation on the news
Flashlights pinging like shooting stars
Magic moment for the hero you are
After football you still entertained
A captain – what else – on Question of Sport
You made us laugh till we cried
Then we heard you’d died
And we cried till we laughed
Can’t think of you for long without smiling – Happy Times
© S B Ingle
Emlyn Hughes – my favourite player in my favourite team of teenage years. They don’t make them like you any more.
Rest in peace Em.
Just the man
Shanks was in the bootroom
Somewhere up in heaven
Mulling over his tactics
And picking his best eleven
Elisha Scott between the sticks
Eph and Alex at the back …
Liddell to raid down the wing
And Albert Stubbins in attack
Emlyn enters the pearly gates
Shanks opens his arms wide
“Thank Christ you’re here, son
Just the man to lead my side”
© Mark Thomas
Thanks for the memories, Emlyn. Rest in Peace.
One of Shankly’s best
When we are young, fifty-seven sounds a lot
Fifty-seven pounds, fifty-seven hours, fifty-seven years
But yesterday when I heard a man had died at fifty-seven
I was pretty close to tears
Emlyn Hughes, one of the greats,
Never failed when put to the test
If there be a Heaven he’s now with his mates
He was one of Shankly’s best
© Joe Reid
“Yosser”
So long Yosser
Walk on with Shanks, and Bob and Joe
96 Reds will show you round Heaven son
Make yourself at home
Whilst we remember your passion for the ‘Pool
The Cups you lifted up to the Liver Birds
The Pride when you did the Blues
And the smile from ear to ear
That shone bright as diamonds
Shankly’s diamond.
© P Maguire
Emlyn Hughes YNWA RIP
a part of my childhood died today….
‘Pool of Tears
Men gathering at the Shankly Gates
To pay respects to Emlyn Hughes
Carrying flowers for the first time in their lives
They don’t do that for their wives
But then, they loved Emlyn first
© S B Ingle 15.11.2004
Emlyn Hughes
Crazy Horse
Grand Captain son
Think ’77
When those old red devils
Snatched the winning goal
Tommy smiled but Bob had the last laugh
I watched your tears fall to the silence of
The Wembley turf, there was no comfort to be found
As our scarves wiped our eyes dry
Still, we sang our songs
All the way home to Liverpool
And then like the Christ who rose
After 3 days
We rose after 4
And your smile returned
As wide and bright as the European Cup
You held up in the Roman night
Where immortality came to rest once more
Upon the red of Liverpool.
© P Maguire, 9th November 2004
Farewell “Crazy Horse”, back home with Shanks now,
YNWA God Bless.
Emlyn Hughes RIP
Emlyn Hughes, Crazy Horse
Crazy Hoss –
The boybland of the time
Sang of you in the plural
But it speaks nothing of, our sadness at your loss
Yet it suited you so well
For you ran unfettered and free
Across the tracts of land, we know as pitches
But to you, they were fields of fulfilled dreams
Where no opponent could tame you
No referee could calm you down
And none of your grateful managers
Would ever dare reign you back
Your many fans
Will miss your zest for the game
But we look forward to your cheery charges
Lighting up the night time sky
© Clik the mouse, 9th November 2004
God claims another one of our stars as his own.
Emlyn Hughes, affectionately known as ‘Crazy Horse’
1947 – 2004
May he Rest In Peace
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Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
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This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
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Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
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Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
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4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
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To put it politely!
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