Michael Foot RIP

[Slugger O'Toole]

A good man. Rest in peace.

Apparently this is a poem of his from 1935:

When at Thy call my weary feet I turn
The gates of paradise are opened wide
At Goodison I know a man can learn
Rapture more rich than Anfield can provide.

In Coulter's skill and Geldard's subtle speed
I see displayed in all its matchless bounty
The power of which the heavens decreed
The fall of Sunderland and Derby County.

The hands of Sagar, Dixie's priceless head
Made smooth the path to Wembley till that day
When Bolton came. Now hopes are fled
And all is sunk in bottomless dismay.

And so I watch with heart and temper cool
God's lesser breed of men at Liverpool.

Michael Foot, published in the Liverpool Daily Post, 8 March 1935

A red and a blue!

[mijj]

always struck me as a rational and principled guy.

Of course, he was bound to fail in politics.