|Billy Liddell (second left) scores for Liverpool against Blackburn Rovers in 1957|
This coal mining father set on better
for his son, digs deep to fork out for boots
in a family fed on porridge and hard slog.
Head down, he gets on – model sportsman
who plays it fast and hard but impeccably fair.
Give it to Billy! sears through the stands,
a boy who lobs them something to sing
about in the lean years of the second tier.
They don’t make ’em like that anymore
almost too good to be true, the loyal hero
who married football with war, never
touched a drop, could head the ball home
from outside the box. Liddellpool. Listen
close. No wonder the stands still sound with it.
poem by Ben Wilkinson