Opprettet 9/14/2006 10:00:11 PM
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Jack Walker - An inadequate tribute
I have never written a poem before, I don´t see any point in rhyme.
It never appeals to us working class; it’s just a waste of time.
Well now is a bit different, I need to tell you how I feel.
And in some small way pay tribute to the Blackburn man of steel.
It´s vital not to miss the point; football is not a bit of fun.
Its pride and passion, skill and strength all rolled into one.
It´s not about Man Utd, Chelsea and some foreign fancy Dan.
It´s Blackburn, Preston, Burnley, that´s where it all began.
Where what you see is what you get, but don´t show how you feel.
But I´m making my exception for the Blackburn man of steel.
I really need to thank him for the pride he gave us back.
Just for a while we where the best, thanks to Uncle Jack.
Few people have the vision to make a dream come true.
For the beauty of Jack Walker´s was - we got an invite too.
Some saw him as a rich old man who bought a winning team
But for me they miss the point; he bought us all our dream.
I think it´s maybe true to say it could not last for ever
But then again I´m certain that it´s better once than never
And even if those winning ways never do come back
They can´t take away the memories, thanks to Uncle Jack.
Hendry, Sutton, Batty, Shearer, the names roll of tongue
But "There´s only one Jack Walker" is still the Rovers´ song.
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