The final whistle sharply sounds as the players leave the ground Fans have all made the way to journeys homeward bound And as the floodlights get switched off a darkness does desend But Tottenham does not go to sleep the history does not end The ground is deadly quiet but a presence still is there The stands are all so empty but theres a echo in the air It is better to fail aiming high than to succeed aiming low The words of a great man one we all should know His name was Bill Nicholson he was Tottenham to his core He loved this famous football club who’s tops we have all wore He said It's no use just winning, we've got to win it well." a famous line to his players that Bill Nic would tell as a player and a manager he was dedicated to our team push and run with Arthur rowe was Nicholson's Tottenham dream and with just 1 cap for England and a goal that he did score injuries badly plagued him and for St George he played no more "My duty is to get fit for Tottenham. Well, they pay my wages you see words of a true loyal man not a modern day mercenary but his playing career was over his future was laid out he got his life ambition and his name we all did shout he rewrote the Tottenham history books with his style and passing play people wanted to learn from Bill all about the Tottenham way we went on to win the double in the year of 61 Tottenham hotspur football club's new era had begun Trophies and glory followed we had conquered the English game Then he moved to Europe to share the new found fame First team to do the double and first to beat Europe's elite Bill had transformed this club to the team they craved to beat He had made the club a world wide name and history books rewrote He gave the club the stature and was famous for a quote And when he left he must have thought his job he must have done But he came back for Burkinshaw and the transformation again begun He scouted for the team he loved and players he did find Galvin Mabbut and Roberts are a few that spring to mind He then received the tribute he deserved for what he had achieved Club president to the fateful day we all sadly bereaved A dark day at Tottenham in October 2004 When the great man passed away a man we all adore A legend in his own right and a true Tottenham great The day he died the club had mourned that devastating date So when the lights are turned off the legend's still alive He loved the club with passion it helped the great man thrive And as his ashes are scattered on the turf at White Hart Lane You have got to show his passion when you play the football game So every player at Tottenham remember where you are Remember when you leave with big wages and nice car You will always be a number and a name for Spurs to pick You will never be a legend like the legend that was Bill Nic …… The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author
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