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Post by Pollypeterborough on Dec 2, 2011 21:09:35 GMT 1
Newcastle have postponed their planned Tribute to Gary Speed at the request of his wife Louise.
It will now take place on 17 December so Louise can be at the home game with Swansea.
There will still be a minutes applause tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2011 23:54:28 GMT 1
Newcastle have postponed their planned Tribute to Gary Speed at the request of his wife Louise. It will now take place on 17 December so Louise can be at the home game with Swansea. There will still be a minutes applause tomorrow. Thanks Polly |
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Post by Captain Marvel on Dec 3, 2011 9:08:25 GMT 1
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Post by Ann1 on Dec 3, 2011 10:22:40 GMT 1
Very good tribute, and says it all really.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 17:23:36 GMT 1
Couldnt open it Capn....take your word.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2011 15:39:05 GMT 1
Canny not sure if this is the same tribute however try this link.............On second thoughts, bugger it, here is the whole thing..................link is on the end just in case you want to send it on to others. IT’S time to say a stunned but fiercely warm goodbye to Gary Speed, a man who served us well and true.
When Geordies take someone to their hearts they remain there for ever, long after their passing.
It was so with Sir Bobby Robson and it is so with one of his former players.
However, we were prepared with Bobby. He was much older and had bravely and publicly fought cancer for many a day.
Bobby aged before our eyes during that increasingly desperate battle, but we loved his passion and determination and when he made his final St James’ Park appearance in a wheelchair we shed tears of joy for his life as much as sorrow that we were about to lose him.
With Gary Speed it has been very different. Only 42, he was so handsome of face that he looked a good 10 years younger and so friendly of disposition that all who met him thought they had known him for years.
Here was to all intents and purposes a young man at the very height of his life. An outstanding footballer, well capped by his country, who was about to manage his beloved Wales to long overdue success.
The gods, we thought, had smiled upon him. The man with everything who we didn’t begrudge a solitary thing.
Yet when we all thought we knew him we did not. Not even his closest friends like Alan Shearer, who was left devastated and destroyed by his suicide.
That a man could appear live on television looking relaxed and talking with apparent enthusiasm about the future then a few hours later end his life stunned everyone in football and beyond.
Gary, we’re still asking why in our grief.
The public outpouring nationwide has been as passionate and fulsome as that afforded Sir Bobby, heightened as it has been by utter disbelief and its suddenness. Tribalism has been put aside. Not only are Newcastle United grieving.
Let us make this a weekend of celebration at what he gave us, especially here on Tyneside where he resided for six years and played some of his most illuminating soccer.
He was a considerable presence during every big moment of the time – the FA Cup finals of 1998 and 1999, the Wembley semi-final of 2000, and that superlative Champions League season under Robson in 2002-03 when the Mags played no fewer than 14 rip-roaring Euro matches and still managed to finish third top of the Premier League.
It was ironic that his surname was Speed because that was probably the only thing he didn’t possess. His speed was in his mind.
Gary will always be associated with hard work because he was a team player but there was more to him than that. He had a great left foot, was strong and powerful in the air, and a more than decent finisher as 40 goals for Newcastle from midfield testifies.
It was a mistake to allow him to leave when we did. He had loads left to give United and our loss was very much Bolton’s gain.
Gary departed against the wishes of Sir Bobby and, long after retiring, Speed called leaving Newcastle his “saddest moment in football.” That was his affinity with black and white stripes.
Often the modern day footballer doesn’t really want to be interviewed. He can view it as beneath him, or a waste of good drinking time. Explain that he’s talking to the fans, not the individual, and he doesn’t much care.
Speedo was different. Naturally courteous, he spoke with an insight into football that was illuminating and a lot of others didn’t possess. It was the budding manager in him. Good manners was something presumably mam and dad could take credit for.
Oh, we’ll miss him here in our fair city. It is right that we should pay unstinted homage this afternoon because he became one of us.
You don’t have to be born up here, though it helps of course!
Geordies have kept a special place in their hearts for those who served the cause well.
We salute you Gary and will never forget you.Read More www.walesonline.co.uk/footballnation/football-columnists/2011/12/03/john-gibson-newcastle-s-tribute-to-gary-speed-91466-29886292/#ixzz1flVkMTLICWL  |
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Post by Captain Marvel on Dec 6, 2011 22:32:32 GMT 1
Canny not sure if this is the same tribute however try this link.............On second thoughts, bugger it, here is the whole thing..................link is on the end just in case you want to send it on to others. IT’S time to say a stunned but fiercely warm goodbye to Gary Speed, a man who served us well and true.
When Geordies take someone to their hearts they remain there for ever, long after their passing.
It was so with Sir Bobby Robson and it is so with one of his former players.
However, we were prepared with Bobby. He was much older and had bravely and publicly fought cancer for many a day.
Bobby aged before our eyes during that increasingly desperate battle, but we loved his passion and determination and when he made his final St James’ Park appearance in a wheelchair we shed tears of joy for his life as much as sorrow that we were about to lose him.
With Gary Speed it has been very different. Only 42, he was so handsome of face that he looked a good 10 years younger and so friendly of disposition that all who met him thought they had known him for years.
Here was to all intents and purposes a young man at the very height of his life. An outstanding footballer, well capped by his country, who was about to manage his beloved Wales to long overdue success.
The gods, we thought, had smiled upon him. The man with everything who we didn’t begrudge a solitary thing.
Yet when we all thought we knew him we did not. Not even his closest friends like Alan Shearer, who was left devastated and destroyed by his suicide.
That a man could appear live on television looking relaxed and talking with apparent enthusiasm about the future then a few hours later end his life stunned everyone in football and beyond.
Gary, we’re still asking why in our grief.
The public outpouring nationwide has been as passionate and fulsome as that afforded Sir Bobby, heightened as it has been by utter disbelief and its suddenness. Tribalism has been put aside. Not only are Newcastle United grieving.
Let us make this a weekend of celebration at what he gave us, especially here on Tyneside where he resided for six years and played some of his most illuminating soccer.
He was a considerable presence during every big moment of the time – the FA Cup finals of 1998 and 1999, the Wembley semi-final of 2000, and that superlative Champions League season under Robson in 2002-03 when the Mags played no fewer than 14 rip-roaring Euro matches and still managed to finish third top of the Premier League.
It was ironic that his surname was Speed because that was probably the only thing he didn’t possess. His speed was in his mind.
Gary will always be associated with hard work because he was a team player but there was more to him than that. He had a great left foot, was strong and powerful in the air, and a more than decent finisher as 40 goals for Newcastle from midfield testifies.
It was a mistake to allow him to leave when we did. He had loads left to give United and our loss was very much Bolton’s gain.
Gary departed against the wishes of Sir Bobby and, long after retiring, Speed called leaving Newcastle his “saddest moment in football.” That was his affinity with black and white stripes.
Often the modern day footballer doesn’t really want to be interviewed. He can view it as beneath him, or a waste of good drinking time. Explain that he’s talking to the fans, not the individual, and he doesn’t much care.
Speedo was different. Naturally courteous, he spoke with an insight into football that was illuminating and a lot of others didn’t possess. It was the budding manager in him. Good manners was something presumably mam and dad could take credit for.
Oh, we’ll miss him here in our fair city. It is right that we should pay unstinted homage this afternoon because he became one of us.
You don’t have to be born up here, though it helps of course!
Geordies have kept a special place in their hearts for those who served the cause well.
We salute you Gary and will never forget you.Read More www.walesonline.co.uk/footballnation/football-columnists/2011/12/03/john-gibson-newcastle-s-tribute-to-gary-speed-91466-29886292/#ixzz1flVkMTLICWL Thats the one.    ATB |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2011 23:48:28 GMT 1
Canny not sure if this is the same tribute however try this link.............On second thoughts, bugger it, here is the whole thing..................link is on the end just in case you want to send it on to others. IT’S time to say a stunned but fiercely warm goodbye to Gary Speed, a man who served us well and true.
When Geordies take someone to their hearts they remain there for ever, long after their passing.
It was so with Sir Bobby Robson and it is so with one of his former players.
However, we were prepared with Bobby. He was much older and had bravely and publicly fought cancer for many a day.
Bobby aged before our eyes during that increasingly desperate battle, but we loved his passion and determination and when he made his final St James’ Park appearance in a wheelchair we shed tears of joy for his life as much as sorrow that we were about to lose him.
With Gary Speed it has been very different. Only 42, he was so handsome of face that he looked a good 10 years younger and so friendly of disposition that all who met him thought they had known him for years.
Here was to all intents and purposes a young man at the very height of his life. An outstanding footballer, well capped by his country, who was about to manage his beloved Wales to long overdue success.
The gods, we thought, had smiled upon him. The man with everything who we didn’t begrudge a solitary thing.
Yet when we all thought we knew him we did not. Not even his closest friends like Alan Shearer, who was left devastated and destroyed by his suicide.
That a man could appear live on television looking relaxed and talking with apparent enthusiasm about the future then a few hours later end his life stunned everyone in football and beyond.
Gary, we’re still asking why in our grief.
The public outpouring nationwide has been as passionate and fulsome as that afforded Sir Bobby, heightened as it has been by utter disbelief and its suddenness. Tribalism has been put aside. Not only are Newcastle United grieving.
Let us make this a weekend of celebration at what he gave us, especially here on Tyneside where he resided for six years and played some of his most illuminating soccer.
He was a considerable presence during every big moment of the time – the FA Cup finals of 1998 and 1999, the Wembley semi-final of 2000, and that superlative Champions League season under Robson in 2002-03 when the Mags played no fewer than 14 rip-roaring Euro matches and still managed to finish third top of the Premier League.
It was ironic that his surname was Speed because that was probably the only thing he didn’t possess. His speed was in his mind.
Gary will always be associated with hard work because he was a team player but there was more to him than that. He had a great left foot, was strong and powerful in the air, and a more than decent finisher as 40 goals for Newcastle from midfield testifies.
It was a mistake to allow him to leave when we did. He had loads left to give United and our loss was very much Bolton’s gain.
Gary departed against the wishes of Sir Bobby and, long after retiring, Speed called leaving Newcastle his “saddest moment in football.” That was his affinity with black and white stripes.
Often the modern day footballer doesn’t really want to be interviewed. He can view it as beneath him, or a waste of good drinking time. Explain that he’s talking to the fans, not the individual, and he doesn’t much care.
Speedo was different. Naturally courteous, he spoke with an insight into football that was illuminating and a lot of others didn’t possess. It was the budding manager in him. Good manners was something presumably mam and dad could take credit for.
Oh, we’ll miss him here in our fair city. It is right that we should pay unstinted homage this afternoon because he became one of us.
You don’t have to be born up here, though it helps of course!
Geordies have kept a special place in their hearts for those who served the cause well.
We salute you Gary and will never forget you.Read More www.walesonline.co.uk/footballnation/football-columnists/2011/12/03/john-gibson-newcastle-s-tribute-to-gary-speed-91466-29886292/#ixzz1flVkMTLICWL Thanks CWL....choked and speechless. |
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