Lines On The Passing Of Sir Tom Finney. By Ted Robbins
Ted Robbins reads his poem originally penned for Sir Tom's 90'th birthday which he recently adapted following the sad passing of the Preston legend.
Ted Robbins reads his poem originally penned for Sir Tom's 90th birthday, which he recently adapted following the sad passing of the Preston legend.
Lines On The Passing Of Sir Tom Finney. By Ted Robbins
They watched Tom Finney dance down the wing
Sepia men in flat caps before the cash registers ring
As a crowd pushed together to roar and to sing -
And watch young Tom Finney dance down the wing
Proud dad on the terrace with shoulder-born son
Catching a glimpse of Preston's great one,
"Remember this lad, you were here that's the thing!
You saw our Tom Finney dance down the wing"
These men, Matthews, Mortenson, they all played hard, whatever the weather!
Studs hammered in, balls, like the pitch, rock hard as leather
But they played a greater match, for country and king
When they, like Tom Finney, had danced down the wing
Some come home, some on foreign fields stayed
Their whistle had blown, their last game was played
But they all served their captain above everything
Their position, their duty on sea, field or wing
For this time served plumber a few pound extra or two
The game - not the wages, was what mattered to you -
And how many players today, encumbered with bling
Would last for five minutes against Tom on the wing?
So here as North-End and family and country rises to say
Ninety minutes to match, ninety one years well played
as the good lord blows for full time, let the heavenly choir sing
"Long may Tom Finney dance down the wing".
