Don't know if this has been posted here before, a poem by Rhys Jones' dad: Now God wanted a football match And to play it up in heaven But first he needed players And select his first eleven. Georgie Best, big Brian Labone The legend Dixie Dean Alan Ball and Bobby Moore All made it in the team. He needed one more player Someone who would be quick From up above he looked down And saw Rhys there in his kit. So Rhys was taken up above God took him by the hand To play the game he loved so much Where sponsorship is banned. There is no cheating either as God is the referee There are no mega wages And the transfers they are free. The games are live on telly You don't have to subscribe The players all stay on their feet Cos no one takes a dive. So Rhys plays now so happily To the angels in the crowd And every time he hits the net They roar his name so loud. Have fun my little blue boy You're safe and in God's care Till it's time for me to get my boots And join with you up there