Poem – Alex Young – Young, Gifted and Golden

Idol of the terraces
Subtle, matchless grace
Artistic and instinctive
Right man, right time and place
Gliding past defenders
Scoring with incision
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

God-like and yet down to earth
Both feet on the ground
Worshipped by the faithful
Blue jewel in the crown
Majestic in his movement
A man who’s on a mission
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

A genius with stunning skill
Time and space to spare
Something comes from nothing
He sees what isn’t there
A trickster full of confidence
A footballing magician
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

The followers believed
That he could walk the Mersey
But he could walk on water
When wearing the blue jersey
Fleet of foot and delicate
Passing with precision
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

Perfectly simple
He was simply perfect
In the School of Science
He could be Head Boy and Prefect
A walking work of art where
He’s the exhibition
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

Brains and strength without the brawn
He always wanted more
The set ups and the lay offs
And the eighty seven scored
Exquisite with his timing
Always in pole position
Young, gifted and golden
All hail the Golden Vision

The star that burned so brightly
And cast its glow upon
The sons of Goodison
This legend still lives on
A star that still shines bright
In the Everton tradition
Young, gifted and golden
Alex Young – the Golden Vision

PAUL COOKSON