Always at those most black of blackest times Wes, with his vision and scope, Could lift us, even in the roughest of climes He was the one ray of hope The masterful imp, when he was on his game Was unplayable for the best, And though it came late, international fame He took it and sailed through the test But with the brilliance he infuriated too Fans, players, bosses and all, He was light years ahead with the things he could do But magic, pure magic with a ball One thing, above all, I liked him for most He was not the most vokal of sorts, He let his feet do the talking, while a host Of others wasted breath on retorts Ten years service these days, deserves a load Loyalty like that, is no more, A standing ovation from a packed Carrow Road Will do, and a late winning score. Thanks Wes, enjoy your retirement.
