Another of my heroes has passed away:
Ray Wilkins, master midfield maestro
at the age of only sixty one,
so tragic and a bleak reminder
of my own mortality.
Chelsea captain at just eighteen years old,
his wonderful silky skills...pure gold.
I remember his goal in the Cup Final
way back in 1983
scoring for Manchester United.
He played for many teams
gaining 84 England caps.
The smell of cut grass brought joy to his heart,
pitch perfect, the season about to start.
He even strayed north of the border
appearing for Rangers and Hibernian.
Oh, Ray had problems with the demon drink
as so many people do
yet was poetry on the field of play
and his heart was painted a Chelsea blue,
Ray, the football world will remember you.
Ray Wilkins, master midfield maestro
at the age of only sixty one,
so tragic and a bleak reminder
of my own mortality.
Chelsea captain at just eighteen years old,
his wonderful silky skills...pure gold.
I remember his goal in the Cup Final
way back in 1983
scoring for Manchester United.
He played for many teams
gaining 84 England caps.
The smell of cut grass brought joy to his heart,
pitch perfect, the season about to start.
He even strayed north of the border
appearing for Rangers and Hibernian.
Oh, Ray had problems with the demon drink
as so many people do
yet was poetry on the field of play
and his heart was painted a Chelsea blue,
Ray, the football world will remember you.
