‘Beattie is back, Beattie is back, the Town fans roared with a thunderous crack’ - a poem in memory of The Beat

Kevin Beattie, centre, alongside (l-r) Allan Hunter, Robin Turner and Close Owen in 1978. He will be remembered at Portman Road tonight. Picture: OWEN HINES/ARCHANT (Image: Archant)

BEATTIE - by Nigel Beckman

Hello, hello, Beattie is back, Beattie is back,

The Town fans roared with a thunderous crack,

For this was a player of whom they were proud,

So their chant was striking and extra loud.

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His fearless tackles made an awesome sound,

As they echoed around many a ground,

His pace carried him through on tireless legs,

With his old mate Hunter - simply bacon and eggs,

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His strength in the air was beyond reproach,

It bewildered them all, even his coach,

And many a keeper found it far too hot,

To hold onto ‘The Beats’ fearsome shot,

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No finer an accolade to be behold,

From Sir Bob no less was proudly told,

That this kindly gentle Northern lad,

Was the best of players that England had,

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Of his career his injuries became its slayer,

Robbing this great sport,

Of a truly wonderful player.

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No doubts for his skills,

He stood miles apart,

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But most importantly of all -

This big man - played the game from the heart.