Colin Bell RIP - Ian Cheeseman interview with Jon Bell (P142)

I was away (from Bluemoon) when this sad passing occurred, but I just wanted to add my tribute: Aged 4 my Uncle (my Mum's brother), bought me a red and black City top with a big white number 8 on the back it was 1972 - I checked, my Mum remembers and she doesn't really like football (22 men chasing a bag of wind, she always says!). I suppose I didn't really understand it all back then, but I do now. Anyway that's where it all started for me and I have just watched tonight's Match of the Day feeling a bit sad and a bit happy, all at the same time. RIP Colin Bell & sorry I was a bit late to say it.
 
The King of the Kippax is laid to rest.
Better than Cantona, better than Best.
A humble man, hailing from the north east, he could run forever, with the shot of a beast.
Joe Mercer went shopping in the north west, bought him from Bury, you know the rest...
Bell, Lee and Summerbee the holy three, goals they came easy, City top of the tree.
The trophy room filled as the years passed by, but a reckless tackle had us asking, why?
Fast forward to Boxing Day 1977, Colin Bell named as substitute, the Kippax in heaven.
You came out to a reception fit for a king, the whole of Maine Road stood up to sing.
But the knee wasn't right, that half yard was missing.
The glory days gone, left the Kippax wishing...
But we'll remember your shirt number, sky blue No 8.
A footballing genius, forever a great.
Now rest in peace Colin, the game is done, but the Kippax remembers the games you have won.
I'll finish my tribute with a song we all sing...
We'll drink, a drink, a drink, to Colin the King, the King... A brilliant memory of the greatest footballer ever
 
The King of the Kippax is laid to rest.
Better than Cantona, better than Best.
A humble man, hailing from the north east, he could run forever, with the shot of a beast.
Joe Mercer went shopping in the north west, bought him from Bury, you know the rest...
Bell, Lee and Summerbee the holy three, goals they came easy, City top of the tree.
The trophy room filled as the years passed by, but a reckless tackle had us asking, why?
Fast forward to Boxing Day 1977, Colin Bell named as substitute, the Kippax in heaven.
You came out to a reception fit for a king, the whole of Maine Road stood up to sing.
But the knee wasn't right, that half yard was missing.
The glory days gone, left the Kippax wishing...
But we'll remember your shirt number, sky blue No 8.
A footballing genius, forever a great.
Now rest in peace Colin, the game is done, but the Kippax remembers the games you have won.
I'll finish my tribute with a song we all sing...
We'll drink, a drink, a drink, to Colin the King, the King... A brilliant memory of the greatest footballer ever
A lovely poem and a great tribute.

It had me in tears. Again.
 

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