Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. Grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett.

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'Let's shatter the myth that height matters
burn that stake on a fire of heart and desire,
use of genes effectively
that's what really matters to me'

I once wrote of Billy Bemner, The Biggest Little Rascal, I bet Leeds and Scotland wished that they could call on in services in this modern age of football and how about his mate John Giles? I can recall admiring the talent of Alan Ball late in his career at Southampton. His one touch, two touch play was ahead of the opposition. Ian Callaghan of Liverpool, Bill Shankly spoke highly of him and he was one of my favourite players as was Jimmy Johnstone and of course George Best. On the world stage was Diago Maradona and Gheorghe Hagi and now Lionel Messi.

I understand that it is 'horses for courses' positionally at times but does height matter? Not in my book, it is what is born within and can it be used effectively?

My primary and junior school were All Saints in the Steelhouse Lane area of Wolverhampton.
Mom was born just over the road in Eagle Street and many a relation before me also attended the school and more importantly for me, played in the school football team.

I was a football mad youngster, always down the fields at the bottom of our road with my mates. We would be kicking the ball about for hours on end. Playing for the love of the game and before I could understand the rules, I was selected for the football team. I can recall the feel of the kit and the bag I was given and that some shirts were faded more than others. The number 8 was a beauty, colours bold and smart. I had shirt number 7 and to describe it has been around the block and back would be an understatement.

Well I was in the team and football was getting a grip into my life.

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BENNETT YOU'RE OFFSIDE © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

When first I kicked a ball,
I was very small,
Selected to play upon the wing.

I had a wee bit of pace,
An average kind of face,
From the bye line I made the ball ping...

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Selected Poem of The Week

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SIX LOUD SCOTSMAN © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

There was I in a pub in Chester
Six loud Scotsmen roared,
The lad McFadden the man of the moment
Once again had scored...

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Scotland v Ukraine

On the night of James McFadden’s 30-yard goal against France I was in my local pub.
The England game was live on TV and in the bar was a group of servicemen taking in the game. I could tell by their accents that they were a mixture of Welsh and English, all a long way from home. There was a sudden ‘twitch’ from the young man to my nearest left. Then across the bottom of the screen came the latest score,
France 0 Scotland 1

A loud lone cheer from a young serviceman from Dundee.

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MY ADDIDAS SANTIAGO © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

I recall how bright the floodlights were,
When I played on Fellows Park.
They were nothing quite like the old streetlights,
Where I learned my skills in the dusk and the dark...

(in memory of Michael Pugh)

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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Selected as one of two poems of the week

In the spring of 2007 work started on erecting a perimeter fence around the Dixon Street playing fields.

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I ONCE WAS A SEDGLEY ROVER © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Old team photos remind me of the day,
When I was younger and able to play.
All of the memories and friends that I made,
Wherever I chose to ply my trade.
Now it’s all gone and it’s over,
I once was a Sedgley Rover...

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Story and poem printed in the BLACK COUNTRY BUGLE.

Story Behind The Poem

I joined the Rovers along with goalkeeper Barry Gorman in 1975. He had taken me under his wing as they say when we were both working at Delta Rods, on the Bilston Road in Monmore Green.

I had been fortunate to sign for Walsall Football Club when I was 16 and played in their youth team. Without going into great detail I made the decision to leave. During my time at Walsall I can recall being promoted from the youth/3rd team at short notice. That may have been into the reserves but in what fixtures I don’t know.

Barry was a stalwart of local amateur footballer, along with other fellow workmates he tried to make me reconsider my decision. After a couple of years he talked me into joining him at Whitmore Old Boys for season 1973-74. I had the honour of becoming Player of The Year and tasted the defeat of losing in a cup final. The following season Barry was joining Sedgley Rovers and again he took me along.

We had a great season winning Division 1 of the Wolverhampton Amateur League and found the set-up at the Rovers fantastic. By now we had another mate from Delta tagging along. Fred Lambert proved to be a loyal supporter, attending every game and weekly meetings.

I finished that season as top goal scorer and along with promotion I had been selected for pick of the league status. The following season the Rovers ‘ruffled’ a few feathers in the premier division and I had established myself in the Wolverhampton Amateur League representative side.

I left the Rovers after numerous approaches from higher league clubs, accepting Alan Wakemans offer at Bilston Town Football Club. I shall rephrase that last line, I had to be dragged away from them. During the summer I had been walking around Torbay in a red vest. I had had it made especially for my holidays. Printed across the front was Sedgley Rovers, I felt great wearing it.

Mr Wakeman had reported in the Saturday night pink that ‘I was obviously happy at Sedgley’. He turned up at my in-laws house when I was at a meeting in Sedgley and ‘had a word with my wife and her parents’. He later reported that ‘he had got his man’.

My time at Sedgley Rovers was special and I look back on it all with great fondness. They were more than an amateur football club.

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Additional Information,

Upon knowing that I have a connection to Sedgley Rovers, Adrian Parker mentioned to me that he has a Tipton & District League Champions medal of 1901-02. It belonged to Samuel Parker, the brother of Adrian's Grandad. Many thanks to Adrian for this interesting information and for showing me the medal and allowing me to put the pictures on my website. Well done to Samuel Parker, who once was a Sedgley Rover at the turn of the last century.

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THE ROWLEY NAME © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

In my line is the Rowley name,
Goal scoring records and football fame.
War torn interrupted professional careers,
Once more I reflect on bygone years...

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Story Behind The Poem

On this day my story about walking part of the Fife Coastal Path had been printed in the Black Country Bugle. I soon had complimentary messages about the story and poem. When finding picture poems to send out to relevant people I found a part extract of the poem ‘I Should Have Played For Ladybank Violet’ printed on a photo when I was running in Bridgnorth. When looking at the photo that was taken in the early 1980’s I remembered that my Grandad was also there standing behind whoever took the photo. We have a picture of him taken the other way looking immaculate as usual. At that moment I brought together both of my sporting family lines.

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HA' WAY THE LADS © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

The April wind blew strong
From the north east sea,
Even though that breeze blew hard
The sun shone down on me.

Ha'way the lads he shouted
And the breeze blew harder still,
Ha'way the lads he shouted
This man upon the hill.

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BRAVE IRELAND © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

18thJune 2002

They flew into Dublin this day
And thousands did cheer for their play,
It may be the end of a dream
But not of wearing the green.

They played with pride and with spirit
It's born in them
To give more than all.
The people applauded their honour
Beyond Killarney and past Donegal.

Sing of your mountains
And sing of your land
Your fields of all different shades.
Sing of your cities
And sing of your towns
Show them that green never fades.
Sing of your rivers
And sing of your love
Sing to me hours and hours.
Sing of the summer
And sing of the spring
Your ladies as pretty as flowers.

Brave Ireland brave Ireland
You gave a hard fight,
Brave Ireland
In green or in white.

Brave Ireland brave Ireland
The Emerald Isle,
Brave Ireland
Your charm and your smile.

Brave Ireland brave Ireland
Will celebrate tonight,
Brave Ireland
They came home in style.

Brave Ireland brave Ireland
The land of the charm
Will only be sad a short while.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

The welcome home of manager Mick McCarthy and his team from the World Cup 2002.
Brave Ireland © Robbie Kennedy Bennett.

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CHELSEA DAYS OF DOCHERTY © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Chelsea days of Docherty,
A team of skill and flair.
This silk like precious time,
In their day were so divine...

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I wrote this poem the day before I was due to see the ‘Doc’ as a guest speaker.
He spoke affectionately of the young team he had assembled at Stamford Bridge.
He then went on to name many players.
It was noticeable that his voice became stronger with the inner pride he had for them.
He quoted ‘it was a special time in my managerial career’.

THE KING IS IN THE CHIP SHOP © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

I had a mate who was a Baggies fan
Who was hungry for his tea,
So he stopped at a shop for fish and chips
As his wife sat waiting patiently.

He opened the door on the driver’s side,
‘You’d never guess who I saw inside’.
Startled she was by his question then,
All of a sudden he spoke again.

‘The King is in the chip shop’,
He said excitedly,
‘The King is in the chip shop’,
‘He was in the queue with me’.

Well it couldn’t be Elvis Presley
From Memphis Tennessee,
If the King is in the chip shop?
Who then could it be?

What could’ve happened there inside?
As she sat in the seat on the passenger side.
She had a confusing thought,
His life did change in a moment
Fish and chips were bought.

She asked him ‘ will you please calm down’
As he fumbled for the key to start their car,
‘If the King is in the chip shop’
‘Explain how excited that you are’.

All was answered in a flash
Everything was plain to see,
And it wasn’t Elvis Presley
From Memphis Tennessee,

The King was in the chip shop
Ordering his tea,
‘Jeff Astle was in the chip shop’ he said
‘He stood in a queue with me’.

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The King Is In The Chip Shop © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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McGRORY SCORED and HAMPDEN ROARED © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Was this the day, was this the hour?
When Glasgow announced spectator power...

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Scotland v England
Hampden Park Glasgow
1 April 1933
Attendance 134,710

With eight minutes to go Jimmy McGrory of Scotland blasted the winning goal past Hibbs the England goalkeeper to take Scotland into a 2-1 lead.

If the terraces of Hampden Park had been roofed then, the noise of jubilant Scot’s would have lifted them off.

Quote from Bob McPhail who played and passed the ball to Jimmy McGrory that day, ‘If I knew nothing about the ‘Hampden Roar’ before that moment, I certainly felt the full force of it right there and then’. ‘The noise from the crowd must have broken every window within a mile radius’.

The line in my poem ‘I’ve seen the written word’ refers to the book
Heroes Are Forever by John Cairney.

Hello Mr. Bennett - I do have a question - I noticed you spelled a name from the Celtics Football League two different ways. Which is correct? Jimmy "McGrory" or "McGory?" I ask because I came across his name in my mum's diary in 1931 when she dated him aboard the ship the "Aquitania[?]" when it came to Scotland from America. She didn't get his name right either. Please clarify. Thank you!  
Comment by: Mary Bahr

I found Mary's message most interesting, it not only made me correct my spelling error but brought the poem and the reason to write it back into mind. I decided to search for the ship Aquitania that Mary has mentioned and found it instantly. Below is the wikipedia link about the RMS Aquitania that was launched on 21st April 1913 at Clydebank, Scotland. Nicknamed 'Ship Beautiful' her long service record was beaten in 2004 by the Queen Elizabeth 2.

THE SUMMER OF 1966 © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

England were prepared upon the day,
Germany came to Wembley to take the Jules Rimet trophy away.
Gordon Banks the Leicester goalkeeper was the countries best,
Ray Wilson and George Cohen they withstood the test.
The elegant Bobby Moore and Jack Charlton so brave,
When beaten Banks of England made another great save.
The immaculate Bobby Charlton with his balding head and all,
The young ginger lad from Blackpool the tireless Alan Ball.
Little Bally and Nobby Styles they covered every inch,
When the Germans were in possession they’d rob, steel and pinch.
The ghostly Martin Peters, Roger Hunt would run all day,
Was the ball over the goal line?
Well Roger turned away.
The summer crowd at Wembley sweated out a huge thirst,
It was worth it because they witnessed a hat-trick from Geoff Hurst.
Assembled by Alf Ramsey now in the history book,
On DV or video grandchildren can take a look.
Twin towers, a Russian linesman, a July summer day,
With the Jules Rimet trophy Nobby jigged and danced away.

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Within hours of forwarding this poem that I wrote in 1992 to the website in 2007, I heard that Alan Ball had sadly died of a heart attack.

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I SUPPOSE IT WAS HUGHIE McILMOYLE © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

Who started it all?
Your devotion and your pleasure and pain.
Who made you want to go?
And stand in the cold and the winters rain...

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BLESS THE QUEEN of the SOUTH © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

Patterns on the pitch
Were complimented
As the sun was shining
Today has a silver lining
Though shattered dreams are never too far
An internal wound a football scar..

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Scottish Cup Final 2007-08
Queen Of The South 2 – 3 Rangers

On New Years Eve 2008 before heading for home from our hotel in Dumfries my wife and I walked to Palmerston Park home of Queen of the South Football Club. In May they reached the Scottish Cup Final and were narrowly defeated by the mighty Rangers. I wrote a wee poem about the occasion when they took the lead with a goal from veteran defender Jim Thomson. I wanted a photo or two of the ground to put on my website with the poem. As we were outside a gentleman came out of the office and invited us inside. His name was Eric Moffat and he was the club secretary. We were there for about 30minutes chatting about football matters and he kindly showed us the pitch. A corridor in the ground on route to the players tunnel displays articles and paper cuttings of their history. Eric informs this is all the loyal work of Ian Black who also acts as kit-man. This type of act is the lifeblood of football clubs and Eric was a great ambassador for Queen of the South. It made a good ending for our wee break in Dumfries and Galloway. God bless them.

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A SCOTTISH CAP © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

Fought and died filled up with pride
Run until I had no more,
Got hurt in a challenge trying to score.
But I’d get that blasted goal
Probably lose my self-control,
Hampden Park would cheer an’ clap
I wish I had a Scottish cap...

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A Scottish cap meant so much to one man other than this poet. Eddie Turnbull has the honour of being the first British footballer to score a goal in a European club competition for Hibernian in 1955. He was also one of the famous five. All of the five forwards of Hibs were selected to play for Scotland.

In the forties and fifties despite having represented Scotland 9 times he was awarded his first international cap in 2006 at the age of 82.


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BERT WILLIAMS, THE ORIGINAL 'CAT'© Robbie Kennedy Bennett wwwrkbpoetry.co.uk

When all honour has been distributed,
elders discuss what they all contributed.
So lest not forget the original ‘cat’,
he deserves this ode as simple as that...

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Photographs of Bert Williams property of;
Peter Harrington
131 Heath Lane
West Midlands.

01384 392651 / 07802 791992

Bert Williams, The Original 'Cat' © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

THE STRATH WON THE FIFE CUP © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

Perhaps one day I shall travel
Through the Lake District and the borderland.
Perhaps one day I shall be ‘neath a Lomond Hill
Perhaps one day I shall travel, perhaps I will.

Perhaps one day I shall travel
Through Cowdenbeath and Glenrothes,
Perhaps one day I shall go to Strathmiglo.

Perhaps one day I shall be close-up
To the pitch o’ the Strath who won the Fife Cup,
Perhaps one day I shall see their field of green,
Perhaps one day thinks this man,
This auld has been.

Now remember, Strathmiglo are a founder member,
Of the Kingdom Caledonian AFA,
Perhaps that day I’ll find the answer before I pack-up
Can you sup from the Fife Cup?

Perhaps one day I shall travel
Glasgow, an hour or so from Strathmiglo,
Living fitba life, breathing football breath,
“More serious” said Shank’s “than life or death.”

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Strathmiglo United A.F.C
Winners Fife Amateur Cup 2008/09
An ode to grass roots football
According to their website Association Football has been played in Strathmiglo for over 100 years. 
Most people I know have been met through the game of football. It is a world wide link. It lives and breathes inside of us, it spoils our week if out team loses and lifts us when we win. A none football fan does not understand. They don't have one ear to the radio on a Saturday afternoon.

Bill Shankly once said, "It's more important than life or death". We all know it was a tongue in cheek remark but we understand what he meant.

Read more about Bill Shankly on page

Some people will travel to the end of the earth for a game of football and some won't even cross the road.

THE STRATH WON THE FIFE CUP © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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A POPULAR NUMBER 3 © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

A right good pro didn’t you know was Andy Thompson.
He could smack a penalty couldn’t he so, Andy Thompson.
And twice ten thousand would agree,
He was a popular number 3...

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In January 2009 at the Hall of fame at Molineux great servants of Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club were awarded .

I noticed a picture of Andy Thompson with Steve Bull who had received an award , and rightly so.
Andy Thompson made the same move along with Bully to Molineux in 1999. When seeing this picture it reminded me of a poem I had wrote about Andy that I had never aired. I know that Steve and Andy are good mates and Steve would not deny this wee piece of poetic writing for Andy, a popular number 3.

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MUNRO O' BROUGHTY FERRY © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Ower th’ Tay to Broughty Ferry,
A name I throw, Francis Munro.
Tentsmuir to Tayport I take a mo,
I take a mo and think of Frank Munro...

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I looked over the Tay to Broughty Ferry at Tentsmuir Point while walking the Fife Coastal Path from St Andrews to Dundee. I recalled that it was the birthplace of Francis Munro who Wolves had brought from Aberdeen in 1968. I would then be a lad of 14 and remembered that Wolves were the ‘Yankee Champions’ the previous year. They beat Aberdeen 6-5 in the final and Munro had scored a hat trick against them. He came to Wolverhampton for a fee in the region of £55,000 giving them 9 years service as a cultured centre back.

Francis Michael Munro 25/10/1947 - 16/08/2011

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AARON'S FIRST MATCH © Poetic Writing of Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Unzipped his coat, puffed out his chest,
to show his shirt just like the rest.
He’ll get the bug, suppose I’ll buy him a scarf
relatively early he’s only three and a half...

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Three generations of a family at a football match, the elder can tell of the club’s past, the middle can tell of the present and one day the youngest will tell of the future.

Here's to all young fans of any football club whoever they support. It’s good to see them watching live football.

AARON’S FIRST MATCH, it’s highly infectious and football fever he’ll catch.

Aaron’s First Match © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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He was flawless
the penalty area is Lawless
Panicking whatever for
“where the heck is Denis Law?

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“Where the heck is Denis Law? © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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You can search all over
from Carlisle down to Dover
from Truro to Newcastle on the Tyne..

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You'll ne'er find a prospect like Matt Murray of Wolverhampton Wanderers. Forced to retire of injuries aged 29 but still 'giving back' to youngsters and to charities. A credit to his profession.

A Charismatic Keeper Called Matt Murray © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A couple of pieces of black print making the number 11 on a yellow duster. Wolves supporters of a certain age will know who I am thinking of.

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Noise soon cranked from the loud North Bank
seats in Molineux Street went clank
telling there by their face
our eleven has found space..

KNIGHTED BY A WAGSTAFFE CROSS, a footballer affectionately known as Waggy who graced the left wing for Wolves during the sixties and seventies.

'Waggy' loved by Wolves fans of a certain generation sadly passed away, Tuesday 6th August 2013 aged 70 after a short illness. RIP.

St Peters Church, Wolverhampton
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Molineux, August 2013
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"telling there by their face
our eleven has found space"

"well, well Waggy I have to say
you entertained, you did hooray!

Thanks for the memories.

Knighted by a Wagstaffe Cross © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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Wartime fixtures
uniform players in pictures
limited footballing
because the country came calling

In their prime, at their best
they took their boots, played as a guest
all class and professions
receiving orders, learning lessons

The football clock ticked on
many a man signed up and gone
back home supporters were lifted
when they saw the talent, the gifted

Come, there are football games
come, there are famous names
keeping the home shirts warm
come see players out of uniform

Let it be said there was more
whilst all about, the talk of war
blackouts, sirens kept sounding
panic, heart beats a pounding

Out ran Cameron Buchanan
a Scots laddie called Cameron Buchanan
what a feeling that must have been
for Cameron Buchanan, aged fourteen

They called on Cameron Buchanan
Holytown's Cameron Buchanan
living a youngsters dream
playing for Wolves, my home town team

He later did play for Bournemouth
and to Canada he took his boots
also to Norwich City
retiring back near to his roots

Now he left this world in Kirkcaldy
Kirkcaldy, I know it well
this wee tale of Cameron Buchanan
is a tale that I wanted to tell

It wasn't always household names
playing in the wartime games
his chance he deservedly took
now his name is written in the clubs history book

Here's to Cameron Buchanan
North Lanarkshire's Cameron Buchanan
let's praise, and turn that old clock back
a fourteen year old wearing gold and black

Cameron Buchanan

CAMERON BUCHANAN, the laddie from Holytown, North Lanarkshire who during World War 2, became the youngest player to play senior football aged 14 years and 57 days when he turned out for Wolverhampton Wanderers.

In February 2013, just after I had wrote the ode about Cameron Buchanan, I sent it to the Football Poets website. I was delighted to find that it was selected as Poem of the Week.
There was a further surprise five months later when I received the following E-mail;

Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 16:12:03 +0100
Subject: Cameron Buchanan
My Partner Pamela today sent me a link to your poem about Cameron Buchanan, which has in turn led me to your website and other poems about Wolves,  football and Fife.
Cameron was my father and it was very nice to read the poem and think that someone remembered his small link to the Wolves (and the fact that he was linked to Fife which is your ancestral home)
After my mother died my dad moved back to what was my childhood home of Tayport and lived there until he became ill and moved to a care home in Cupar.
I myself moved back to Fife to be closer to him and now live in the Howe of Fife one mile from Auchtermuchty.
My Dad loved both north east fife and Wolves, whilst his link was small he was hugely proud to have had something to do with them and he had some great memories of Stan Cullis, Billy Wright etc  He was a massive fan and absolutely loved the Wolves despite our many years of underperforming (we spent some great journeys when I was a boy travelling down from Fife to watch Wolves pay in the north of England in the lower leagues - will hopefully be back to Carlisle again this year!).
Thank you for the poem  
Duncan Buchanan

Hi Rob, sorry I have been on a short break.
Thank you for the response its always great to hear from someone with a connection to Wolves. As you can imagine I have a slightly romanticised view of the club having grown up so far away and only attending with some regularity when I spent some years working in London (when my dad was in Devon so we went together quite a bit) I have especially fond memories of Graeme Hughes who was so nice to both my dad and I and always made our trip pretty special.
More than happy for you to use any part of my e-mail and thank you again
Kind Regards

Duncan Buchanan

Thanks Rob, if you see him please pass on my regards.
Thanks again

Hi Rob one final thing I should have said which is to wish all associated with Wolves a great season.

Duncan Buchanan

The poem about the 'Scots Laddie' grew to be popular and Graham Hughes, the much respected Wolves Historian. This day in July 2013 I had taken my 2 grandsons to Molineux and within a short while of being with Graham he was soon to be unearthing memorabilia about Cameron. The photo of the team page of a wartime fixture on Boxing Day 1944 is courtesy of Graham Hughes and Wolves archives. Interestingly in goal for Walsall that day was a certain Williams.


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HUGHIE CURRAN HUNG HIGH IN THE AIR © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

All eyes were looking
as the game slowly got cooking
'prodding an' a pressing'
defensively undressing..

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Hugh Curran, a hero in the making.

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RUN ON WITH ST ANDREWS UNITED © Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

If I could get my boots on
get my boots on
If I could get my boots back on
I'd get them on and run on
with St Andrews United

Run on to Recreation Park
with the east coast Saints
before my days come dark
2013 and on

If I could get my boots on
where have all my boots gone?
If I could get my boots back on
I'd get them on and run on
With St Andrews United

Run on to Hampden Park
with the east coast Saints
before my days come dark
1960 dream on

If I could get my boots on
where's 'my' 1960's boots gone?
my sharp shooting boots back on
I'd get them on and run on
with St Andrews United

Accordingly, there's mighty proud history
in the medieval town of St Andrews
there's been men putting boots on
Putting old fashioned boots on
since 1893

Makes me want to get my boots on
my 70's, 80's boots on
If I could get my 90's boots back on
I'd get them on and run on
with St Andrews United

I'd put them on for people
put them on for names
Put them on for St Andrews
in league or cup fixture games

'Cause whenever I'm in St Andrews
nearing Recreation Park
I take a wee glimpse at the lush green grass
too young I were for Hampden Park

And too old to get my boots on
get my boots on
Too old to get my boots back on
to run on for the late old man
run on with St Andrews United

Run on to Recreation Park
with the east coast Saints
Before my days come dark
for my dad and my roots
but I've got nae boots!

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In August of 2013 I had the pleasure of attending the Tayport FC v St Andrews United fixture. It was lively game on a pleasant summer evening up near the shores of the Tay.

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I would have liked to have purchased a programme for keepsake but being as it was a midweek game there was not any on sale. Nevertheless the teams for the game that evening were displayed near the entrance.

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I drove back to St Andrews after the game as a grand summer evening was drawing in. I found that I was thinking of my own footballing days and wishing that I was 40 years younger.

'Oh the game of football, leads you a merry dance'.

Run on with St Andrews United © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Courtesy of WWFC

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A taste of wine that's matured with age
That brought me on to write this page
And put his name into my written word
Because more and more his name was heard

Not quick but nor was he slow
Was he brave? Yes, very much so
Jody Craddock became immense
He learned the art of positional sense

Now, art, I've gone and mentioned
He's retired but not state pensioned
Before he was spent and went over the hill
He reverted to a love of another skill

Of canvas, paint and brush in hand
Fade will his song from the Jack Harris Stand
Fade not, captain dependable
His artwork is so recommendable

Paint on, brave Wolves defender
For many a man, a commender
Admire this footballing name
Now playing the artistic game

But before gold colours are in the shade
Let's place on record the good impression he made
And deservedly so I can tell
The armband suited, it fit him well

Jody Craddock, bandage and blood
Taking a hit, an elbow, a stud
Wolves supporters, who all were observant
Jody Craddock a great, great servant

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett 28/06/2013

Courtesy of WWFC

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2013

Jody Craddock Art

The Dependable Jody Craddock was selected as Poem of the Week in June 2013 on Football Poets. Complimentary to Jody Craddock in and out of football.

Proud to see that the poem was printed in Jody's Testimonial Brochure and he gives his support to Children's Cancer Centre appeal at Birmingham Children's Hospital which will benefit from a proportion of the proceeds.

The Dependable Jody Craddock © Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Father's Day 2013 this weekend so I have added this favourite;

This ode of mine, (also on my site on its own page) written in 2007 is about wishing you had your time all over again. I was forever training and playing football, then running marathons. Walking the Fife Coastal Path in 2007 and 2008 eased the inner blame that I shall always carry. I should have gone to Fife in my prime, played football, run in a 10k road race, half or full marathon. To this day, with the ripe old age of 60 just over the horizon, I can still recall a couple of places where my dad watched me run by on the Wolverhampton Marathon in the mid 1980's. One was on the Bilston Road nearing the 10 mile point, I see him there every time I drive by.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

On the 22 March 2007, the day before what would have been my dad’s 81st birthday, I sent the poem and the story to the Fife Amateur Football web site. Within hours Jimmy, the administrator had replied with the following message,

‘Thank you so much for a fantastic email’.
‘Wishing you all the best and it’s never too late to score a goal on a Fife football playing field.’
Jimmy Fife Football website.

Was that an invitation?

I toasted another milestone returning to my dad’s roots by opening a bottle of McEwan’s, Scotland’s award winning ale, cheers dad.

Printed on the website,
Football Poets
Selected as one of three poems of the week.

Printed in the Black Country Bugle 7 June 2007

In 2013, Aaron aged 6, his Gt Grandson, trained on Molineux, home of Wolverhampton Wanderers in a Scotland kit!

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

I Should Have Played For Ladybank Violet © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

part extract;
I SAW THE NAME of 'SAILOR' HUNTER © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A goal from 'Sailor' Hunter
Then came the deafening Dee fans roar
John Bryson Hunter
'Sailor' settled the score

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

It was whilst reading a nostalgic football story that I came across the name of 'Sailor' Hunter. This led me to a couple of hours of research to find out more about the man with such an interesting name.

The only Scottish Cup won by Dundee was in 1910 with a winning goal from 'Sailor' Hunter. Accordingly not a man of the sea but named because of his running style.

Remarkably 'Sailor' Hunter, Motherwell's first manager from 1911-1946, stayed at the club as Secretary until retirement at the age of 80 in 1959.

Whilst researching I found this report from the Evening Telegraph December 7th 1945;
Sympathy for 'Sailor' Hunter, Motherwell manager. His younger son, Pilot Robert Hunter,RAF, has been killed in an air accident while on service in India. Aged 22.

'Sailor' Hunter, is one of many who have gave great service to the game of football. Pleased I found him.



I Saw the Name of John 'Sailor' Hunter © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

part extract;
A WALK IN THE PARK FOR DEREK PARKIN © Poetic Writing of Robbie Kennedy Bennett

“Talk about time”
Time on the ball I've heard said
High, he held his blond-haired head
Not remembered for kicking and racing
Headless chicken a chasing

A Walk in the Park for Derek Parkin © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Poetic Writing of Robbie Kennedy Bennett

The man in my team has a broad smile,
And a compliment to pay
Come what may, I dared where eagles dare
I played with Gary Eagles

A fighter, a worker, a competitive type
Not much of a poser and full of hype
Gary Eagles is modestly reserved
Whatever he won was well deserved

Gary Eagles watched over my shoulder
At my veteran stage when I was much older.
My better days had gone
He carried me through division one

Don’t tell me about superstars
Big names, attitudes and flash cars
Give me grass roots any day
A place in a team and a reason to play

Wolverhampton Sunday League
Amateur football was then on a high,
Did you play with Gary Eagles?
Then you flew where eagles fly.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2010

Wolverhampton Sunday League and Red Dragons should be proud of having Gary Eagles playing.

I Played With Gary Eagles © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Many thanks to RKB Poetry for this advertisement, Nick Loftus, Secretary, Wolverhampton Schools FA.

A Very Brief History WSFA from their website

Wolverhampton Secondary Schools Football Association has taken an active part in local and National Competitions since the early days of the last Century. Traditionally part of Staffordshire we still play in its respective leagues but we were also founder members of the West Midlands league in 1974. Our greatest achievement to date is reaching the Schools National Trophy Final in 1931. Unfortunately we finished second best to Islington. W. H Clinton achieved the rare distinction of becoming Chairman of the E. S. F. A for the year 1967-68 and more recently Barry Austin, Ian Crichton and Nick Loftus have fulfilled similar roles for the West Midlands Schools FA.


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