Sir Jack Hayward: Thank You To The Legend . . . in verse
Wolves fan Thomas Meaney has penned this poem in tribute to the late, great Sir Jack Hayward.
Molineux was falling down the whole place in decay
This famous club once Europe's best was now in disarray
Mismanagement and owners greed had ripped our club apart
For those of us who witnessed it, it fairly broke our heart
And on the pitch our team was poor no pride left in the shirt
It seemed that no one gave a damn and no one shared our hurt
Those days back then were dark and bleak the conference league had beckoned
But a man named Jack pure gold and black on him no one had reckoned
For Out of darkness cometh light that's what our motto says
And though we didn't know it, ahead lay happy days
Just like the phoenix from the flames the Wolves would rise again
This man named Jack pure gold and black would take away our pain
And so it came he bought the club and promised us out loud
I will build for you a stadium of which you can be proud
True to his word he did just that, and then he gave much more
With pride restored and hope renewed the wolf was at the door
He promised us he'd lead us back and turn our club around
A team we could be proud of to play in our new ground
The road was long and often tough but we knew we would be back
For at the helm a diehard fan who's name we knew was Jack
And then one day in Cardiff, our dreams our hopes came true
He took us back to where we belong and saw his promise through
And on that day in Cardiff when we looked up at the screen
He gave us all a thumbs up as we realized our dream
Today the club it prospers, and the future's looking bright
Jack proved to us the motto's true from the darkness cometh light
So if like me you're a dingle and your blood runs gold and black
The next time you're in Molineux say thank you to the legend, the legend that is Jack