I have cleaned the house;
They are in London still;
I wait for Dr Martin.
And Jimmy Hill is dead,
87 and battled with
Alzheimer's for seven long years.
I enjoyed his voice and drawn face;
His passion for footie.
His family argued as to
Where he should stay,
His third wife
Had the say
Over the kids - five in all.
May Jimmy go
Where all good commentators
Go,
A permanent seat in the stands
Of football Heaven.
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