
Poem for the 1939 ball now sadly in the Anfield museum in Liverpool instead of Runcorn
The tears of the famous Runcorn F C 1939 team
Fall heavy as the ghosts of Canal Street.
They have taken away our ball and our memories
Were all those ten thousand local fans cheers in vain
Will we never see our ball again?
Is that great F A Cup day Gone but not forgotten.
Or will all our history fade away to dust.
Is this all that’s left the distant echo of footsteps
That belonged to that great team
As they march down Canal Street and oblivion
By Chris Darlington
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