Mick the Skip’
Presence.
Sums up the sportsman:
Height, strength, power.
Someone to be next to
In the Trenches,
One could say.
A man of resilience.
Presence.
A kind of footballing Oracle
Others can turn to:
A defensive pillar
In a war of attrition,
One could say.
A man of no nonsense.
Presence.
Few frills, gets the job done
And missed when absent.
Nicknamed ‘Hoofers’:
Maybe unkindly,
One could say.
A man of common sense.
Presence.
Maybe short of pace
And trickery,
Yet experience
And positional acumen push him
Head and shoulders above others,
One could say.
A man of essence.
Pete Ray
Mick Heathcote, Plymouth Argyle’s captain for a while.
I wrote this for his testimonial game and it appeared in the match programme.
Neighbours had hired a skip and as I wrote the poem, I saw ‘Mick the Skip’ on the side of the yellow container.
I had my title…
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