Kroenke out (in poem form)

You can see more about what I'm referencing below here and here.

Statues

tell a story of what people did.

It’s why a defender of note
still saunters round the North Bank,
his work done.
It’s why we all bow to a king on his knees,
and why we hold our breath
for the eternity a Dutchman creates
to welcome the ball home.

It’s why a boy studies a ball next to a bridge

that he built.
It’s why our greatest fan,
whose love gave us everything,
sits inside a stadium
that he built,
and why a favourite selfie companion of legacy fans,

young and old,
stands back and takes in
a club
that he built.

And it’s why, one day,
two separate bricks,
connected only by a moustache,

will sit somewhere,
out of the way
but never forgotten.

A fitting tribute
to a famous man

who built nothing.