John Stein ©
Robbie Kennedy Bennett
The big man had sincerity I read,
The author describes him as a gentleman indeed.
But in earlier days he suffered verbal attacks,
For his allegiance to the other side of the tracks.
A turncoat he was to a friend from birth,
A protestant his father who reared him on this earth.
The leader of his country the day upon he died,
That saddest time in Cardiff the pitch he stood beside.
In Wales the Celts came calling when in his playing days,
In Wales he drew his last breath, to some this may amaze.
Rangers was his first love but that lay in the past,
He's part of Parkheads' history, and Celtic was his last.