The Beautiful Game....

poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Jul 18, 2017

"Eagerly sitting by the touch line,
every Saturday morning is the same,
proudly watching his young grandson play football,
he never misses a single game!
Just enjoying all the lads playing football at grass roots,
reminds him of the "olden days," when he laced up his own footy boots.
Recalling many fond memories, when for Liverpool Boys, he regularly played,
alongside the great Derek Temple, oh those were such fantastic days!
Very often hitting the back of the net, scoring goals just for fun,
Alan's got the photos to prove it, as he's often shown his proud grandson.
The passion is still in him, football flows through his blood,
he lives for his Saturday mornings, it doesn't half make him feel good.
Just watching his grandson Alex, knock that football about, 
"Come on Pex Hill!" so loud we'd hear him shout.
So Alan Quayle, once again please enjoy this heartfelt tribute,
you're a man that I've always admired,
you may have hung up your old football boots mate,
but never, ever retired."


Tags: happy, sad, love, rhyme, inspirational,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Well written poem Frank.A message for us all.
Christopher Russon commented:
Well written poem Frank.A message for us all.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented:
Thanks for your nice comment Chris.......It was Alan's funeral on Friday 21st July.........


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