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Emlyn Hughes

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Crazy Horse
With sorrow these lines written
And yet with hope too
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 bright as that European Cup
That you held up in the Roman night
Where immortality came to rest once more
Upon the red of Liverpool.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 (for Emlyn Hughes bravely battling brain cancer. Our thoughts are with you “Crazy Horse”…)

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 (c) sharon marshall 9th february 2004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/emlyn-hughes/