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Brian Labone, gone but not forgotten!

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Bob when I pop my clogs mate I will die with a smile on my face thinking of that day................Sir Alex Young in tears, Alex Parker nearly falling over with emotion, Westy stammering everywhere, Sir John in the stands with the champers ready for the team as they climbed up through the stands to greeted by everyone other than those celebrating on the turf and me second in the queue to snog Labby (didn't wash for a week:lol:)...............best day ever at GP as far as I'm concerned(y)(y)(y)

Monty I can still recall Vernon's goals.(y)

After that game the one for me was against Man U at GP and Vernon took the penalty twice. Remember Parker rolling round on the floor laughing.
 
Monty I can still recall Vernon's goals.(y)

After that game the one for me was against Man U at GP and Vernon took the penalty twice. Remember Parker rolling round on the floor laughing.


I was there as well mate...............great times mate great times.................[Poor language removed] we should restart the OLD FARTS (y)
 
He was a cracker for Everton & England. Most of my matches at Goodison Brian was wearing the #5 shirt and wore it well. He was the rock. The great Corinthian.
 
Absolute legend. I saw him a few days before he died and was a gentleman in every sense of the word. He would always stop and chat, no matter what he was doing or where he was. Just gutted I never got to see him play!!
 

STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou:
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem’d my sin in me;
What seem’d my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.
 
A chance meeting, via a relative, with the great man's mother led to him sending me a signed postcard & so ensured that I was a member of that blessed chosen band of Evertonians - probably only a few moments for him, that he didn't need to waste on me, but a lifetime for me & hopefully lifetimes as Evertonians for my children & theirs too & so on. Brian Labone will certainly live long in my memory!
 
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