A Kind of Magic (Davie Cooper poem)

[Ivan_Dobsky 31]

A Kind of Magic

It’s hard to believe it’s been 25 years,
Since I sat in the playground and burst into tears.
On that fateful morning in March ‘95,
When I first heard the news Davie Cooper had died.

It hit me for six, it just couldn't be true,
The man was my hero, he bled royal blue.
But there was no mistake and the news was confirmed,
The Rangers had lost their favourite son.

Struck down in his prime with a ball at his feet,
Death the opponent even Coop couldn’t beat.
At just thirty-nine he’d been taken to heaven,
To play on the wing in God’s first eleven.

The nation was grieving and in just a few hours,
Ibrox was a shrine of scarves and of flowers.
When the school day was over I went with my mates,
To pay my respects at the famous blue gates.

With a tear in my eye I stood in the crowd,
As the sun momentarily broke through the cloud.
I looked to the skies and pictured him grinning,
“It’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.”

I managed a smile though the scene was tragic,
Memories of Coop are a kind of magic.
Who could forget that cultured left foot?
The pass inside Aitken for Durrant to shoot.

That mazy dribble against Ilves Tampere,
Ghosting past men like they weren’t even there.
The strength, the control and the keepy up,
For that wonder goal in the Drybrough Cup.

The best free kick that Hampden has seen,
In the Skol Cup final against Aberdeen.
The penalty in Cardiff to take Scotland through,
Nerves of steel from the Moody Blue.

We miss you Davie and wonder when,
Or if we’ll see your like again.
A fan who played for the team he loved,
Still watching down on the Gers from above.

And when he does he’ll hear us sing,
Of Davie Cooper on the wing....

RIP Davie

[cooper007 45]

That's brilliant 👍

[eejay the dj 31,964]

3 hours ago, Ivan_Dobsky said:

A Kind of Magic

It’s hard to believe it’s been 25 years,
Since I sat in the playground and burst into tears.
On that fateful morning in March ‘95,
When I first heard the news Davie Cooper had died.

It hit me for six, it just couldn't be true,
The man was my hero, he bled royal blue.
But there was no mistake and the news was confirmed,
The Rangers had lost their favourite son.

Struck down in his prime with a ball at his feet,
Death the opponent even Coop couldn’t beat.
At just thirty-nine he’d been taken to heaven,
To play on the wing in God’s first eleven.

The nation was grieving and in just a few hours,
Ibrox was a shrine of scarves and of flowers.
When the school day was over I went with my mates,
To pay my respects at the famous blue gates.

With a tear in my eye I stood in the crowd,
As the sun momentarily broke through the cloud.
I looked to the skies and pictured him grinning,
“It’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.”

I managed a smile though the scene was tragic,
Memories of Coop are a kind of magic.
Who could forget that cultured left foot?
The pass inside Aitken for Durrant to shoot.

That mazy dribble against Ilves Tampere,
Ghosting past men like they weren’t even there.
The strength, the control and the keepy up,
For that wonder goal in the Drybrough Cup.

The best free kick that Hampden has seen,
In the Skol Cup final against Aberdeen.
The penalty in Cardiff to take Scotland through,
Nerves of steel from the Moody Blue.

We miss you Davie and wonder when,
Or if we’ll see your like again.
A fan who played for the team he loved,
Still watching down on the Gers from above.

And when he does he’ll hear us sing,
Of Davie Cooper on the wing....

RIP Davie

Top class mate .  Highlights in a poem . Beautifully done .

[Blumhoilann 6,712]

Beautiful words Davie.

[StaunchLondonGer 1,651]

great job fella!

[16BlueSherbert90 19,223]

Very good piece of writing. 

 

@Ivan_Dobsky   Did you pen this? 

[32Blue 1,577]

A +

[Ivan_Dobsky 31]

9 hours ago, Sweettartangirl said:

Very good piece of writing. 

 

@Ivan_Dobsky   Did you pen this? 

I did write it Sweettartangirl. It must be ten years old now or maybe more. I usually post it around the anniversary of his death.  Just consider myself lucky to have seen him play. My boyhood hero.