Opprettet 9/19/2008 1:28:05 PM
Sist oppdatert 9/19/2008 1:28:05 PM
Jack Walker - an inadequate tributeI 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,
It’s pride and passion, skill and strength all rolled into one.
It’s not about Man Utd, Chelsea or 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 were the best, thanks to Uncle Jack.
Few people have the vision to make a dream come true
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 off the tongue
But “There’s only one Jack Walker” is still the Rovers’ song,
So forget the players’ agents and smart Armani suits
Raise a glass to Uncle Jack, a man who knew his roots.
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