Your iconic pose is head-turning as you drive past.
You stand, welcoming all,
with a reminder to the most important moment in the club’s history.
A tribute in bronze and glory.
It’s not how I remember you.
Crouched down in 80’s dug outs,
Running and dancing on the Hampden turf,
in your cup final suit,
celebrating improbable wins.
A link between the fairytale and the changing present.
Stories that I had been told weren’t myth as you were part of those.
A towering presence of a king and leader getting extra from your charges during our birthday year.
An old school fighter facing a modern foe.
We came to celebrate with you.
In our thousands,
we spilled onto the red ash
and onto seldom used terrace
in early summer sun.
The only cross to bear was proudly on our kits.
This was my Lisbon. This is my Caeser.
published in mind the time. an anthology of poems published to raise money for football memories scotland. it can be purchased here
also, the first poem i ever performed live at the mind the time book launch in glasgow.