Davie Cooper

Sorely missed had the pleasure of meeting Davie a few times, when I was at school I used to go most lunchtimes to get the players autographs and he was always a bit of a character. A true gent and for me Mr Rangers loved the guy . God bless you Davie
 
A Kind of Magic

It's hard to believe it's been twenty-three 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....
 
My hero too. On a recent trip to Scotland my uncle was giving me a lift and as we were taking a certain route I pointed out my "Davie Cooper Windae's" . When Davie sadly passed away I was not concentrating fully on my job as a painter and didn't use a clean enough pot to undercoat a library's top row of window's white, and the gloss didn't cover it properly so for at least 5 years I used to cringe every time I went past as that row had a slight orange hue compared to the rest.
 
Stayed with the Club HE Loved.
As was written or said by a much more intelligent fellow than me.
For too long He was a Grand National Winner amongst Blackpool Donkeys.
How True.
 
Springsteen said:
A Kind of Magic

It's hard to believe it's been twenty-three 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....
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Felt a tear in my eye reading that


He is a proper Rangers legend
 
What joy he was to watch. When he was on his game he would be unplayable.
It is regrettable that when he reached, what should have been, his peak years the treble team of 78 was growing old and they weren't replaced by players of the same calibre. Also, and something I could never understand, was that John Greig, when he became manager, never really fancied him and would often leave Coop on the bench. Greig always preferred the artisan to the artist and subsequently his form dipped and he seemed to me to become a tad disillusioned. Along the way though he continued to produce moments of pure magic and his renaissance under Souness was a joy to behold.
I always thought that he was more than a winger and I've always wished that one of his managers had utilised his skill and vision in a midfield role earlier in his career. I know it's something his friend and former team mate Gordon Smith advocated strongly.
What would he be worth in today's inflated transfer market? I suspect it wouldn't matter. He would just want to play for the "team that he loved".
 
My hero as a kid.I always wanted to be Super Cooper out playing football.A true Rangers legend.
 
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His testimonial was pre season pay at the gate . As befits the man it was a complete sell out . I know cause we were locked out !
 
gersin008 said:
Wish I had an ounce of his talent. Just a true legend
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Never forget him,we should play the it's a kind of magic video every home game as a tribute to the man,we were a different team when Davie wasn't in the team and probably the first name I looked for on the team sheet.
 
Davie passed away the year I was born. Watching highlights of the great man play over the years all I can say is me and many others missed out on seeing a genius. Rip davie cooper!
 
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