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Poem for Rhys Jones
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Heard this fantastic poem on the radio yesterday, written by Stephen Jones in dedication to his young son Rhys who was tragically shot dead. It really touched me, not just because I'm a blue, but for Stephen to write such a lovely poem with all the pain and anger he must be feeling.
Now God wanted a football match And to play it up in heaven But first he needed players And select his first eleven Georgie Best, big Brian Labone The legend Dixie Dean Alan Ball and Bobby Moore All made it in the team He needed one more player Someone who would be quick From up above he looked down And saw Rhys there in his kit So Rhys was taken up above God took him by the hand To play the game he loved so much Where sponsorship is banned There is no cheating either as God is the referee There are no mega wages And the transfers they are free The games are live on telly You don't have to subscribe The players all stay on their feet Cos no-one takes a dive So Rhys plays now so happily To the angels in the crowd And every time he hits the net They roar his name so loud Have fun my little blue boy You're safe and in God's care 'Til it's time for me to get my boots And join with you up thereGod bless Rhys
Rob Soare, Posted 18/12/2008 at 20:24:55
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He wrote it a couple of days after he died.
It appeared on this website and Blue Kipper pretty much immediately afterwards.
RIP, Rhys.
And for many of us, who have lost family and friends who were devoted Evertonians, we can see those yellow seats and remember them and know that although our loved ones have left us for now, they will always be with us and Everton in spirit.
I have two boys myself, the second child was born in October this year. He’s called Rhys too by the way, it’s no coincidence his dad and brother are Evertonians.


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