We lost a Celtic legend 10 years ago today. Here are some words that I have wrote to remember him.
Soho Street was your road to Paradise
But it was already in your DNA
Being Calton born and bred
Your passion, your faith, your dream
Your destiny – that didn’t have long to wait
Jock shouted at you to get off the pitch
Pristine for a European night
Under the lights
Your shots rasped into the perfect net
Thoughts of turning then taking the acclaim of The Jungle in full voice
Were soon to be reality
Your flamed hair was the fuse and a lions mane
Guile delivered with a smile
Football delivered with intelligence
A left foot that was a wand, casting spells the Celtic way
You knew how our blood flowed
The inner workings of our beating hearts
Victories were celebrated like us rejoicing in the stands
You delivered Celtic into your charges
Taught Celtic to those who weren’t born into the cause
They knew what it meant to pull on that jersey
They knew they weren’t just playing for a football team
They knew because of you.
A supporter that got lucky?
No we are the lucky ones anytime one of our own step onto the Celtic Park pitch
That’s because of you.
We are the lucky ones that we shared and lived Tommy’s dream.
We are there and always there because he is here and always will be here.
We were blessed by Tommy.
He twisted, he turned, we all love Tommy Burns.