Soul Toffee.

Rhys Jones's father Stephen has written a poem dedicated to his murdered football-mad son.

I found this touching, poignant but uplifting. I think most parents whose children love the game you do will probably feel the same. A lovely tribute that never should have been needed.




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
Some one 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
Your safe and in gods care
Till its time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there

God bless Rhys