Tommy Smith

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Rising up like a Scouse salmon
To claim the crown in Rome
30, 000 Kopites shook their heads
With disbelief and then took off
For the stars
But me Dad he was there first
Singin’ your name like a hymn
There you were
As the eerie faraway commentary
Spoke with tones of surprise
“And it’s Tommy Smith!”
Oh what history beneath
Exotic Roman floodlights
And the spirit never more beautiful
And the heart never more at home
Whilst the Liver Birds copied
Your header using the moon as a ball.


sharon marshall 10th january 2004

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/tommy-smith/