dh1963
Well-Known Member
Born on February 25th 1956, Davie would have been 64 this week.
There are regular threads in here about Davie Cooper, and no apologies from me for starting another one for what was his birthday.
It was an absolute privilege for me to have been a regular home and away throughout his Rangers career. In my 50+ years watching the team I love, there has never been a more naturally skilful and outrageously gifted footballer play in Scotland than Davie Cooper. He only had 1 foot, but if his right had been as good as his left it would have been unfair playing him.
Inconsistent for spells. Wasted in a poor team for too long. But delivered moments of spellbinding brilliance that made you always want to go back.
I still feel myself get emotional when I see the tributes at Ibrox when he tragically passed away. There's a song called Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx that got played in a tribute on telly the night he died that to this day I can't listen to. He was one of us who lived the dream we all had, but who had a talent nobody else was born with.
The word legend is overused, but it's the description he deserves. One of a kind. Unforgettable. Immortal.
I wish he was still here to read this.
There are regular threads in here about Davie Cooper, and no apologies from me for starting another one for what was his birthday.
It was an absolute privilege for me to have been a regular home and away throughout his Rangers career. In my 50+ years watching the team I love, there has never been a more naturally skilful and outrageously gifted footballer play in Scotland than Davie Cooper. He only had 1 foot, but if his right had been as good as his left it would have been unfair playing him.
Inconsistent for spells. Wasted in a poor team for too long. But delivered moments of spellbinding brilliance that made you always want to go back.
I still feel myself get emotional when I see the tributes at Ibrox when he tragically passed away. There's a song called Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx that got played in a tribute on telly the night he died that to this day I can't listen to. He was one of us who lived the dream we all had, but who had a talent nobody else was born with.
The word legend is overused, but it's the description he deserves. One of a kind. Unforgettable. Immortal.
I wish he was still here to read this.