I saw this news the other day
Blatedly, I’m sad to say;
An icon of these days the Lilly
Whites of Tottenham called “Gilly”.
An enigma among the crowd
Who’d never chant his name out loud;
But when retired Gilly’s name
Would echo in their halls of fame;
I’ve heard the crowd jeer more than once.
“You poof, Gilzean”. “Gilzean’s a ponce”
The Tottenham fans did never like a
Fairy-looking, lanky striker.
And even as his biggest fan
He always looked the older man;
Even when he’s in his youth –
The photo here is ample proof.
With sleeves rolled down and balding pate
And tall and thin, the man to hate
When things went wrong for Spurs up front
You’d hear the shouts, “Gilzean’s a cunt”
“Gilzean’s a lanky streak of piss”
But me? I never swallowed this.
For I admired his subtle skills,
Less Dundee’s and more Brazil’s;
Sleight of touch and deft control
To put in others for a goal
Who’d profit from the man in sleeves
The principal of whom was Greaves.
And so it is with no small shame
I see the plaudits for his name
I find this disingenuous and silly
For I stayed true through time to Gilly.