robandmundt
Well-Known Member
As people will have seen by now, I was the guy at the start of the UEFA video from the Vienna game. I wrote and performed the piece after connecting with a guy online who works for a media company that produces most stuff for UEFA.
Here is the full poem I wrote for the piece. It went through a couple of drafts and UEFA edited a bunch of it, but I was given a brief to work towards by a media exec, which will give certain lines some context, which was to cover the following
Here is the full poem I wrote for the piece. It went through a couple of drafts and UEFA edited a bunch of it, but I was given a brief to work towards by a media exec, which will give certain lines some context, which was to cover the following
- Intro Glasgow
- Type of city it is
- Famous for (both football related and not)
- Rivalries (not too pro Rangers)
- Rangers history
- The unfortunate demise
- The long journey back
- Back in Europe
- Intro Gerrard
"People make Glasgow"
Three words emblazoned on a building twenty stories high,
the mantra of the citizens illuminates the sky
in Scotland's biggest city.
A proud city, a city of industry and history,
the proud river Clyde blows a kiss to the
shipbuilders, welders and riveters who made this city what it is today.
There's famous sons aplenty.
Connolly would ask us where we'd be without our wellies,
John Logie Baird changed the world with the invention of the telly
upon which we'd watch Baxter, Dalglish, Miller and McLeish
and get on the march with Ally's Army.
Our Glasgow, Our city, Our "dear BLUE place"
34 years and counting the home of the two horse race.
Home to a rivalry unmatched throughout the world,
the Old Firm derby captures the imagination, ensnares the senses of every man, woman, boy and girl,
and you have to have a side so tell me what are you?
The east end's green or Southside's royal blue?
There's a world record holder in the burgh of Govan,
a team with 54 league titles that no-one sits above and
that is the famous Glasgow Rangers, Scotland's gallant few,
winners of the Cup winner's cup in Barcelona 1972.
Steeped in domestic and European success,
an unparalleled trophy room is dressed
with an astonishing 115 major honours. At this club, runners up medals go straight in the bin,
second is nothing - all or nothing to win.
As any true bluenose knows painfully too well,
the past seven years have been nothing but hell
for this behemoth of a club.
A succession of charlatans being handed the keys
would see this glorious institution brought down to its knees,
the fans looked on in agony with nothing to do
as the millions were punished for the faults of the few
at the top.
At times Rangers were hours from being wiped from existence,
but legends don't die, and nor does persistence.
A long journey back began after demotion to the bottom rung of Scottish football. It was hard, it was painful, it was sheer agony - but through it all one thing did not falter,
the level of football could not alter
the love the fans have for the club,
they live it they breathe it, they have blue blood.
50,000 folk you would see and you'd hear
if you'd been at Ibrox to see Rangers in Scotland's fourth tier.
They say that it's darkest before the dawn,
and through the darkness did we follow on.
To Alloa, Brechin and Cowdenbeath,
in Edinburgh we strolled through the sunshine on Leith,
hammering hosing and battering down,
the famous Glasgow Rangers, only show in town
and back by UNpopular demand to reclaim a seat at the top table. Back in Europe. Back where we belong.
And if there's one man who can fully restore the mentality to win he's currently at the helm.
Supporters overwhelmed
by the appointment of none other than Steven Gerrard, a man born with a winners medal round his neck. They say he's blue, he's white
and that he's dynamite.
The bears look to him for silverware, to finally banish the dark,
step into the light, Mr Gerrard - and you'll always hear us roaring from the stands at Ibrox Park.