Date: 5th June 2008 at 8:59am
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When I was asking for memories about the Millers a good friend of mine kindly said I could print out a song he wrote about his all time Rotherham United hero Roy Lambert

Roy was born in Hoyland in 1933 and started his career at Millmoor as an old fashioned wing half. While doing his National Service he played for the British Army against the RAF and the Egyptian Olympic XI. After his demob he became a regular in the Rotherham side and was a member of the team that reached the first ever League Cup Final against Aston Villa. He had a spell as player/coach and then moved to Barnsley before hanging up his boots due to a spinal injury.
Roy made over three hundred league appearances for the Millers and socred six goals.

Here is my friend, Mick’s, song about Roy

COLOSSUS

When I were a lad, barely growin`,
And mesters were eighteen feet high
I was carried by mi` granddad t` football,
Though` I`d not the slightest clue why
He told me “our Len” were an hero in t`past,
He`d driven “Rotherham County” to rise.
T`wer a local affair, now few men really care
It weren`t same then, but memories we prize

I was too small, to see over t` barrier.
And even when he stood me on t` wall
There were all of 2000, in front o` me,
That`s life?. when you`re just 2 feet tall
He stood me on t` sleepers, “so I must see”
He laid me on front wall at t` side
But being so small, it` wa` no good at all
But the atmosphere stirred up mi` pride

Mi` granddad got bad & wi` me just a lad,
It were years before “I climbed that wall”
Wi` Pycrofts intervention we got some attention
Wi` club placards? we felt ten feet tall!
It was then, that I saw this great hero
He made poor old “Wilson” look small!
Majestic & rugged as the young lads got blooded
Lambert had no equal at all???????

They`d told me of “Williams & Madden”;
The stalwarts of this solid crew
But this “bull” with a “heart like a lion”
Made mi`heart pound & young dreams come true
I`ll swear he got tougher each minute???
And quicker when t` others attacked.
The game of today would be better??
If his passion of play??? came back!

With his heart on his sleeve, like a beacon
He led from the front???? with his chin.
They called him “a tough” & yes he was rough
But hard tackling was never a sin?????
He could have been the first “Nobby” !!
He`d have been the first never to shirk??.
I was one of that crew; the privileged few
To see a “Colossus” at work

I still see him today, in each struggle.
This man, jaw of steel, full of grit.
His face, growling out of the trenches
Bristling & gnarled ???fighting fit.
“Each battle to win”???was his motive
Never contemplating a loss???
He took every defeat, oh so personal
Couldn`t bear even losing a toss!!!

Times have moved on, at the pinnacle
There`s passion, but it`s not like before
Three hour days, four-day week,
Coining mountains of cash??
The spoiled rich kid band, they want more!!!
I search for Roy`s hearty “commitment”
There is skill at the roots though a muddle.
It`s money at the top; lower down change & chop.
Survival is the ‘goal` and the struggle????

It`s money at the top; lower down change & chop.
Survival is the ‘goal` and the struggle????

Ó Mick Shaw 2002