Davie Cooper tribute

andyblue

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Davie sadly left us 23/03/1995
There is a tribute being held at his Statue

op60dv.jpg
 
A Kind of Magic

It’s hard to believe it’s been 24 years,
Since I sat in the playground and burst into tears.
On that fateful morning in March ‘95,
When I first heard the news Davie Cooper had died.

It hit me for six, it just couldn't be true,
The man was my hero, he bled royal blue.
But there was no mistake and the news was confirmed,
The Rangers had lost their favourite son.

Struck down in his prime with a ball at his feet,
Death the opponent even Coop couldn’t beat.
At just thirty-nine he’d been taken to heaven,
To play on the wing in God’s first eleven.

The nation was grieving and in just a few hours,
Ibrox was a shrine of scarves and of flowers.
When the school day was over I went with my mates,
To pay my respects at the famous blue gates.

With a tear in my eye I stood in the crowd,
As the sun momentarily broke through the cloud.
I looked to the skies and pictured him grinning,
“It’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.”

I managed a smile though the scene was tragic,
Memories of Coop are a kind of magic.
Who could forget that cultured left foot?
The pass inside Aitken for Durrant to shoot.

That mazy dribble against Ilves Tampere,
Ghosting past men like they weren’t even there.
The strength, the control and the keepy up,
For that wonder goal in the Drybrough Cup.

The best free kick that Hampden has seen,
In the Skol Cup final against Aberdeen.
The penalty in Cardiff to take Scotland through,
Nerves of steel from the Moody Blue.

We miss you Davie and wonder when,
Or if we’ll see your like again.
A fan who played for the team he loved,
Still watching down on the Gers from above.

And when he does he’ll hear us sing,
Of Davie Cooper on the wing....


RIP Davie
 
To my mind, the best Rangers player I have ever seen. Ruud Gullit loved him, thats how good he was. Could have played for literally any team on the planet but chose to remain amongst his Brethern. Met him several times and was always a true gentleman. Thanks DC.
 
Davie sadly left us 23/03/1995
There is a tribute being held at his Statue

op60dv.jpg

If a was not down in Blackpool this weekend a would have definitely been up at that hope you get a great turnout pal as you know he was one off the greatest players ever to pull our famous jersey on
It was a sad day when coops went still missed to this day

He was a joy to watch he was simply the best
 
A Kind of Magic

It’s hard to believe it’s been 24 years,
Since I sat in the playground and burst into tears.
On that fateful morning in March ‘95,
When I first heard the news Davie Cooper had died.


It hit me for six, it just couldn't be true,
The man was my hero, he bled royal blue.
But there was no mistake and the news was confirmed,
The Rangers had lost their favourite son.


Struck down in his prime with a ball at his feet,
Death the opponent even Coop couldn’t beat.
At just thirty-nine he’d been taken to heaven,
To play on the wing in God’s first eleven.


The nation was grieving and in just a few hours,
Ibrox was a shrine of scarves and of flowers.
When the school day was over I went with my mates,
To pay my respects at the famous blue gates.


With a tear in my eye I stood in the crowd,
As the sun momentarily broke through the cloud.
I looked to the skies and pictured him grinning,
“It’s not the end, it’s just the beginning.”


I managed a smile though the scene was tragic,
Memories of Coop are a kind of magic.
Who could forget that cultured left foot?
The pass inside Aitken for Durrant to shoot.


That mazy dribble against Ilves Tampere,
Ghosting past men like they weren’t even there.
The strength, the control and the keepy up,
For that wonder goal in the Drybrough Cup.


The best free kick that Hampden has seen,
In the Skol Cup final against Aberdeen.
The penalty in Cardiff to take Scotland through,
Nerves of steel from the Moody Blue.


We miss you Davie and wonder when,
Or if we’ll see your like again.
A fan who played for the team he loved,
Still watching down on the Gers from above.


And when he does he’ll hear us sing,
Of Davie Cooper on the wing....


RIP Davie


lovely words
 
The strange thing with Davie was that he was with us for years and we never heard him speak either on tv or radio pre or post match giving the impression he must be your stereotypical un articulate footballer. Nothing could have been further from the truth, once he finally did give interviews, he was a natural, able to give his views in a thoughtful articulate manner.
Such a shame, but what memories.
 
Great effort by Greg & all involved.

Like the gentleman at the end said, it was great to see so many younger people there too.

I had my 8 year old along with me...I know it’s a bit of a cliche but I’ve always felt it’s important to educate him on our history & have shown him clips of Coop since he was 3/4 years old.

Things like today sum up the Rangers family for me.
 
Well done to all involved, sadly couldn't make it today but have been to the statue before & to the great man's grave up the road from it to pay my respects.

Thanks for posting the pictures from today, currently showing them to my son who is of course called Cooper.

Super Cooper always remembered.
 
If you never had the good fortune to see David Cooper go on to youtube and feast your eyes. I have wonderful memories o f the man who was taken from us way too soon; strangely enough it's the wee things I remember: when Souness arrived he dropped David and sent him on a pre-season tour of the Highland League with the reserves. I went up to Elgin to cheer him on, and he was great with us. A few years passed and it was his testimonial against Bordeaux at Ibrox; non-ticket game, I got there late got into several long lines at the turnstiles, every one closed on me, couldn't get in: it was a lock out. M y most persistent memory is Davie's goal against Aberdeen at Hampden, I've seen it a thousand times on YouTube but it never loses it's magic. RIP our own David Cooper, we will never forget you.
 
I’ll never forget seeing the streets of Hillhouse lined with mourners all the way up to the church, the day he was laid to rest. Astonishing show of love and affection, and all of us simply wanted to honour a man who had brought nothing but honour to himself and our Royal Blue jersey.

It’s been said many times before, but his own words tell me everything I’ll ever need to know about Coop.

“I played for the club I loved”.
 
I’ll never forget seeing the streets of Hillhouse lined with mourners all the way up to the church, the day he was laid to rest. Astonishing show of love and affection, and all of us simply wanted to honour a man who had brought nothing but honour to himself and our Royal Blue jersey.

It’s been said many times before, but his own words tell me everything I’ll ever need to know about Coop.

“I played for the club I loved”.
was outside hillhouse parish church that day the crowds on hillhouse road where incredible always remember Charlie Nicholas with a big red white and blue wreath going into church heartbreaking
 
Fair play to Charlie Nicholas that day he did indeed lay a massive red white and blue wreath. Nicholas has never struck me as a bitter person and don’t forget he was filming at Cumbernauld that tragic day. God bless the Coop my hero.
 
I Was privileged to be at Hampden for the Skol cup final to witness that free kick..pure genius.
 
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