Our God, Bob

Most call him God, some know him as Bob
Straight fringe ‘paper star’ – 18 goals in 1 game
Puma Maradona Heroes his mother thought were going to be school shoes
Now priced at two-and-a-half grand – quite insane

A drawer of boots from catalogues
His favourite sound – studs on concrete bricks
Debut-scorer followed by 5 at Anfield
Brought back down to earth by Moran – “You should’ve had 6!”

A hat-trick in 4 minutes and 33 seconds
The wrong time to nip out for a pint
Donning Puma SPA Kings of an ‘extra-fitted’ fit
Toes now a squeamish site

Potential holiday freebies for Dad squashed
Champagne celebrations cut short
A true Toxteth la that will always be himself
This man can never be bought

Who knew shaved legs and white Ronaldinhos
Were the secret to unlocking more pace?
With a 1 in 2.5 games scoring record
Our Robbie may have had a case

As Fenners perfectly summarised
He had it all – assister, headerer, scorer with both feet
And much more than a footballer
An honest, born and bred Liverpudlian – for many, his greatest feat

by Working Class Poet