A WORD WITH WILF
Were yer looking down, Wilf, were yer with me Dad
Sitting with John Widdowfield and Harry, his brave lad
Weren't the fans terrific, did you hear them roar
Didn't Boro start well and what a time to score.
What about them boots now, that stadium 'n all
Would have been amazing to see you with that ball
Just to watch Juninho must've made you grin
I bet you had a chuckle when that penalty went in.
Hope it made you smile, Wilf, I hope it made your day
And every other Boro fan not here with us today
I saw you play at Ayresome in 1953
Me Dad stood on the Holgate and he got me in for free
I met you just before you died, in the café on Marske stray
We talked about the old times, yer made me laugh that day.
I drank with Stevie Gibson the night the cup was won
And through the tears and endless beers I said how well he'd done
I told him that we loved him, the way me Dad loved you
He said, Look I'm no different, just Boro through and through.
Next time I pass your statue, I'll linger for a while
And if I look real closely, I know I'll see you smile.
It's been a long old time, Wilf, but didn't they do us proud
The chairman and the manager, the players and the crowd
It's been a long old time, Wilf, at last we've done things right
We've gone through that great darkness and come into the light.
Night night, Wilf, night night.
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Read the wiki on Wilf Mannion, Superstar. Thank you.
Copyright © Louis Spence | Year Posted 2015
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