Poem – There’s only One, Big Joe Royle

Going back to my Everton roots
Alan Ball’s white football boots
Players come and players go
But heroes live and legends grow
The king who reigned on Goodison soil
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

Determination and defiance
Exemplifies the School of Science
The combination and perfect mix
From the debut days of sixty six
The perfect link, the perfect foil
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

The great tradition of number nines
Target men who lead the lines
Part of the dream, the golden team
Vital cog in the blue machine
He’s the engine and the oil
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

Dixie – like, born to score
Centurion of goals and more
Majestic power in the air
Rising star and hanging there
Watch him like a spring uncoil
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

Returned to Goodison once more
Leader of the dogs of war
F.A. Cup in ninety five
Kept our top flight dreams alive
Blood and guts and sweat and toil
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

He’s the power, he’s the glory
He’s the legend in our story
He’s a hero, great and true
He’s an icon, he’s a blue
Not just a king but servant loyal
There’s only one – Big Joe Royle

Paul Cookson