Lord of the Wing – John Robertson 1953-2025
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We pretty much thought the same
Just as Cloughie stated
“A Picasso of the game”
Malmo, Madrid, legend created
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John Robertson stayed wide
Forest red flew from his feet
Venom crosses whipped inside
Full backs awed in retreat
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Two European Cups he won
League titles, Wembley nights
For the showman, his work is done
Greatness carved under floodlights
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Now the touchline feels still
His passing has softened the roar
Scotland, Forest, the score is nil
One last touch – Encore
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