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Why’d You Do It, Big Ron?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Pick up the ball, la’, in the penalty area
and us playin’ at West Brom in the Cup!
“I thought I heard the Ref’s wee whistle.”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Nah, t’wasn’t that, Ron: it wuz some Baggie
whistling in the crowd! Any team in stripes,
they oughta be in jail any road. “What’s

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 that berd on yer crest, fella?” “A throstle, Wack!
A throstle’s a thrush perched on a sprig o’ hawthorn.”
“Dunno a tressle… looks bloomin’ cuckoo to me.”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Anyway, ‘s’allrite our Big Ron, our Rowdy Yeats!
True, yer picked up the ball, and give ’em a penalty
— but that season yer lifted the F.A. Cup fer us!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Christopher T. George

Notes

I had the good fortune to be at the Hawthorns on a cold January 9 1965 just after the death of both my grandmother and Sir Winston Churchill. Liverpool walked out 2-1 winners on goals by Roger Hunt and Ian St. John despite a late goal by West Brom. Luckily the penalty big Ron Yeats, our center half, gave away, the Baggies missed. And of course we went on to win the Cup for the first time that season at Wembley on May 1, 1965, beating Leeds United 2-1 in extra time.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/whyd-you-do-it-big-ron/