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Ted Robbins reads his poem originally penned for Sir Tom's 90th birthday, which he recently adapted following the sad passing of the Preston legend. Lines On The Passing Of Sir Tom Finney. By Ted Robbins They watched Tom Finney dance down the wing Sepia men in flat caps before the cash registers ring As a crowd pushed together to roar and to sing - And watch young Tom Finney dance down the wing Proud dad on the terrace with shoulder-born son Catching a glimpse of Preston's great one, "Remember this lad, you were here that's the thing! You saw our Tom Finney dance down the wing" These men, Matthews, Mortenson, they all played hard, whatever the weather! Studs hammered in, balls, like the pitch, rock hard as leather But they played a greater match, for country and king When they, like Tom Finney, had danced down the wing Some come home, some on foreign fields stayed Their whistle had blown, their last game was played But they all served their captain above everything Their position, their duty on sea, field or wing For this time served plumber a few pound extra or two The game - not the wages, was what mattered to you - And how many players today, encumbered with bling Would last for five minutes against Tom on the wing? So here as North-End and family and country rises to say Ninety minutes to match, ninety one years well played as the good lord blows for full time, let the heavenly choir sing "Long may Tom Finney dance down the wing".