Scott Brown - Poem by PAUL COLVIN
This man’s a hero to the fans with his gallus little stance
Determination, grit and steel, we’ll always have a chance.
He took the field against the foe, his eyes all fired up
Relentless running up and down, the day we won the cup.
He led the midfield charge that day, he ran the show for us
The crowd were brilliant, sang all day, Hampden was a buzz
And Broony’s usual confidence was brimming with desire
He turned, encouraged all our Bhoys and us, the Celtic choir.
The new turf sapped the strength from most but not our Mr Brown
Wee Scotty put them through the Hoops, a class all of his own.
He left them standing, running past and used his blistering pace
To leave them stranded far behind and light up this whole place.
Ecstatic crowds of green and white, rose when he got the ball
Our current maestro in midfield got stuck into them all.
His energy, strength and power proved that he was one to watch
And with his skill and prowess, he won Man of the Match!
Let’s not forget we got the goals, the first by young O’Dea
From Shunsuke’s cross, a perfect nod, and we were on our way.
The blue side were also on their way but they were heading out
We waved goodbye and sang a song which left them in no doubt.
Aiden scored the other goal whilst taking on some clown
A lovely move within the box before he hacked him down.
I can’t remember who he was but he was shown red
Aiden stepped up to the spot, their goalie left for dead.
So take a bow, you gave us all, a day that we can savour
You played the game, the Celtic way, and showed that mob no favour.
Young Scott Brown, you came of age, the day you wore the Hoops
And now you are, a Celtic man and loved by all the troops.
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